Ballad Poem by John Clare


Rating: 2.7

A faithless shepherd courted me,
He stole away my liberty.
When my poor heart was strange to men,
He came and smiled and stole it then.

When my apron would hang low,
Me he sought through frost and snow.
When it puckered up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.

When summer brought no fears to fright,
He came to guard me every night.
When winter nights did darkly prove,
None came to guard me or to love.

I wish, I wish, but all in vain,
I wish I was a maid again.
A maid again I cannot be,
O when will green grass cover me?

Tom Allport 11 May 2017

a wonderful poem of loves shame with a disloyal shepherd to blame? .............superbly written

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 May 2017

'O when will green grass cover me? ' Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rajnish Manga 11 May 2017

A ballad with an emotional narrative tracing a divine affair. Loved reading it. Thanks.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 11 May 2017

Frost and snow..... thanks for posting.....

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lara 06 April 2022

prove doesnt rhyme with love.... bad poem. do i pronounce prov lov or prove loov?

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??i don''t know ?? 17 May 2018

this is ok but for me is not help ful

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John Clare 06 April 2022


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sofie 26 November 2017

why does it not show the whole poem

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Mark Otieno 21 August 2017

A lesson to be learnt from each stanza nice one

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Ratnakar Mandlik 11 May 2017

A beautifully conceived profound and thought provoking write. Thanks for sharing it here.

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John Clare

John Clare

Northamptonshire / England
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