Maid Of The Wilderness
By John Clare
Maid of the wilderness, Sweet in thy rural dress, Fond thy rich lips I press Under this tree. Morning her health bestows, Sprinkles dews on the rose, That by the bramble grows: Maid happy be. Womanhood round thee glows, Wander with me. The restharrow blooming, The sun just a-coming, Grass and bushes illuming, And the spreading oak tree; Come hither, sweet Nelly, * * * The morning is loosing Its incense for thee. The pea-leaf has dews on; Love wander with me. We'll walk by the river, And love more than ever; There's nought shall dissever My fondness from thee. Soft ripples the water, Flags rustle like laughter, And fish follow after; Leaves drop from the tree. Nelly, Beauty's own daughter, Love, wander with me.
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