The spring is returning to beauty and thee
The snowdrops are breaking the soil and appear
As white as thy neck at the spring of the year
The primroses come and tis
spring of the year
The primroses come and the birds mate in pairs
O when will my life be as happy as theirs
The primroses come and the birds mate in pairs
O when will my life be as happy as theirs
O when shall I woo thee and sit in the shade
‘Mong violets and primroses my sweet
When in those bright eyes will those baby's appear
That I saw when I kissed thee last spring of the year
O Adelaide beautiful Adelaide hear
The snowdrops have brought thee the spring of the year
The aconites open like rays of the sun
And tell thee the pleasures
of spring is begun
Then Adelaide
beautiful Adelaide
hear
Let us take lovers walks at the spring of the year
Let us take lovers walks at the spring of the year
The Later Poems of John Clare 1837-1864
ed.
Eric Robinson and David Powell
(Oxford, 2 volumes, I-II, 1984)
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