Poetry & Verse
The Dying Child
By John ClareSource: John Clare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)208 words
He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were held for...
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He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were held for the bluebell, As he was carried oer the green. His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee; He knew those children of the Spring: When he was well and on the lea He held one in his hands to sing, Which filled his heart with glee.…
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