Sorrows For A Friend.
By John Clare
Ye brown old oaks that spread the silent wood, How soothing sweet your stillness used to be; And still could bless, when wrapt in musing mood, But now confusion suits the best to me. "Is it for love," the breezes seem to say, "That you forsake our woodland silence here? Is it for love, you roam so far away From these still shades you valu'd once so dear?" "No, breezes, no!"--I answer with a sigh, "Love never could so much my bosom grieve; Turnhill, my friend!--alas! so soon to die-- That is the grief which presses me to leave: Though noise can't heal, it may some balm bestow; But silence rankles in the wounds of woe."
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