| The Secret... John Clare... |
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I loved thee, though I told the not, Right earlily and long, Thou wert my joy in every spot, My theme in every song. |
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And when I saw a stranger face Where beauty held the claim, I gave it like a secret grace The being of thy name. |
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And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see Are but the recollected choice Of what I felt for thee. |
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