I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite. Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face. But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie. I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
John ClareAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: July 13, 1793
- Died: May 20, 1864