Tribute to John Clare.
Love lies beyond.
The tomb, the earth which fade like dew.
I love the fond
the faithful and the true.
John Clare 1793 = 1867
A glosa
Love lies beyond
all of our dreams old and new.
The silken bond
which binds me to you.
Fair Rosamonde
The tomb, the earth which fade like dew.
No magic wand
can make me forget you.
I must respond.
There’s nothing else that I can do.
I love the fond memories
that I cling to.
I have donned
sackcloth garments and ashes too.
For you have gone.
The faithful and the true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem