[Image: Glinton Church and graveyard]
For some while Clare found the reports of Mary Joyce's hard to believe, but then in late 1841 he wrote this...
O Mary dear, three Springs have been
Three Summers too have blossomed here
Three blasting Winters crept between
Though absence is the most severe
Another Summer blooms in green
But Mary never once was seen
I've sought her in the fields & flowers
I've sought her in the forest groves
In avenues & shaded bowers
& every scene that Mary loves
E'en round her home I seek her here
But Mary’s absent every-where
‘Tis autumn & the rustling corn
Goes loaded on the creaking wain
I seek her in the early morn
But cannot meet her face again
Sweet Mary she is absent still
& much I fear she ever will
She died three years before, the day after Clare's birthday.
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