Woman.
By John Clare
O Woman, lovely Woman, magic flower, What loves, what pleasures in thy graces meet! Thou blushing blossom, dropt from Eden's bower; Thou fair exotic, delicately sweet!-- Thy tender beauty Mercy wrung from heaven, A drop of honey in a world of woe; From Wisdom's pitying hand thy sweets were given, That man a glimpse of happiness might know. -If destitute of Woman, what were life? Could wealth and wine thy loveliness bestow, And give the bliss that centres in a wife, That makes one loth to leave this heaven below Pains they might soothe, and cares subdue awhile, But soon the soul would sigh for 'witching Woman's smile.
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