First Love – By: John Clare

I ne’er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower 

And stole my heart away complete. 

 

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed turned to clay. 

 

And then my blood rushed to my face 

And took my eyesight quite away.

The trees and bushes round the place 

Seemed midnight at noonday.

 

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start.

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart. 

 

Are flowers the winter’s choice

Is love’s bed always snow

She seemed to hear my silent voice 

Not love appeals to know.

 

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more.

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