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John Clare
First Love - Poem 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 as 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's 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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very nice and touching (Report) Reply
Heart touching poem (Report) Reply
Add a comment.so deep n touching it changes my luv lyf to deh better (Report) Reply
Category of surprised by surprise ..... (Report) Reply
LOVESTRUCK.
Nothing else to say. (Report) Reply
Well expressed emotions, a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply
This is beautiful......... (Report) Reply
Lovestruck poem love at first sight is true as this poem proves. (Report) Reply
i don't think i ever read john clare before, but this poem could stand, it seems to me, for everyone so struck. i certainly relate. -GK (Report) Reply
Delicate and miserable at words simultaneously. Miserable in the sense of misery. Beautiful :) (Report) Reply
So sudden so sweet! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply
Such a nice, d poem potray d true image of first love (Report) Reply
Such a lovely write by John Clare👍👍👍 (Report) Reply
Fantastic expression, beautiful poem. (Report) Reply
A very nice poem. (Report) Reply
Nice feel good to read (Report) Reply
Nice poem I 💘 poem (Report) Reply
The best poem ever written about First Love! (Report) Reply
One can never forget first love (Report) Reply
Confused about the last verse
Can anyone explain the first two lines of the last verse. I need to know as I have fallen in love with the rest of the poem. (Report) Reply