Ballad. A Weedling Wild, On Lonely Lea
By John Clare
A weedling wild, on lonely lea, My evening rambles chanc'd to see; And much the weedling tempted me To crop its tender flower: Expos'd to wind and heavy rain, Its head bow'd lowly on the plain; And silently it seem'd in pain Of life's endanger'd hour. "And wilt thou bid my bloom decay, And crop my flower, and me betray? And cast my injur'd sweets away,"-- Its silence seemly sigh'd-- "A moment's idol of thy mind? And is a stranger so unkind, To leave a shameful root behind, Bereft of all its pride?" And so it seemly did complain; And beating fell the heavy rain; And low it droop'd upon the plain, To fate resign'd to fall: My heart did melt at its decline, And "Come," said I, "thou gem divine, My fate shall stand the storm with thine;" So took the root and all.
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