John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

Meet Me In The Green Glen - Poem by John Clare

Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,
By sweetbriar bushes there;
Meet me by your own sen,
Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar,
By the mole-hill swelling there;
When the west glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
Meet me in the green glen.


Comments about Meet Me In The Green Glen by John Clare

  • Jimmie Arrington Jimmie Arrington (12/4/2015 8:09:00 PM)

    Love this poem! This is very much a John Clare poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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