Ballad Poem by John Clare
Ballad
A faithless shepherd courted me,
He stole away my liberty.
When my poor heart was strange to men,
He came and smiled and stole it then.
When my apron would hang low,
Me he sought through frost and snow.
When it puckered up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
When summer brought no fears to fright,
He came to guard me every night.
When winter nights did darkly prove,
None came to guard me or to love.
I wish, I wish, but all in vain,
I wish I was a maid again.
A maid again I cannot be,
O when will green grass cover me?
A ballad with an emotional narrative tracing a divine affair. Loved reading it. Thanks.
'O when will green grass cover me? ' Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
prove doesnt rhyme with love.... bad poem. do i pronounce prov lov or prove loov?
A beautifully conceived profound and thought provoking write. Thanks for sharing it here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a wonderful poem of loves shame with a disloyal shepherd to blame? .............superbly written