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I Hid my Love

I hid my love when young till I    Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;    I hid my love to my despite    Till I could not bear to look at light:    I dare not gaze upon her face    But left her memory in each place;    Where'er I saw a wild flower lie    I kissed and bade my love good-bye.    I met her in the greenest dells,   Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;   The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,   The bee kissed and went singing by,   A sunbeam found a passage there,   A gold chain round her neck so fair;   As secret as the wild bee's song   She lay there all the summer long.   I hid my love in field and town   Till e'en the breeze would knock me down;   The bees seemed singing ballads o'er,   The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;   And even silence found a tongue,   To haunt me all the summer long;   The riddle nature could not prove   Was nothing else but secret love.

Form: aabbccdd 1.

This belongs to the group of poems written while Clare was confined in the Northampton County Asylum from 1842 until his death in 1864.

John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English cou
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