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Слушать(AI)Love Lives Beyond The Tomb
Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew- I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.
Love lies in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams,
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.'Tis seen in flowers,
And in the even's pearly dew On earth's green hours,
And in the heaven's eternal blue.'Tis heard in spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angels wing Bring love and music to the wind.
And where is
So young, so beautiful, so sweet As nature's choice,
Where spring and lovers meet?
Love lies beyond The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, young, and true.
John Clare
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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