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- First Love
- by John Clare
- I ne’er was struck before that hour
- With love so sudden and so sweet.
- Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
- And stole my heart away complete.
- My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
- My legs refused to walk away,
- And when she looked what could I ail
- My life and all seemed turned to clay.
- And then my blood rushed to my face
- And took my eyesight quite away.
- The trees and bushes round the place
- Seemed midnight at noonday.
- I could not see a single thing,
- Words from my eyes did start.
- They spoke as chords do from the string,
- And blood burnt round my heart.
- Are flowers the winter’s choice
- Is love’s bed always snow
- She seemed to hear my silent voice
- Not love appeals to know.
- I never saw so sweet a face
- As that I stood before.
- My heart has left its dwelling place
- And can return no more.
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