Secret Love by John Clare

I hid my love when young while I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly I hid my love 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 ere I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love goodbye I met her in the greenest dells Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye The bee kissed and went singing by A sunbeam found a passage there A gold chain round her neck so fair As secret as the wild bee's song She lay there all the summer long I hid my love in field and town Till e'en the breeze would knock me down The bees seemed singing ballads l'er The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar And even silence found a tongue To haunt me all the summer long The riddle nature could not prove Was nothing else but secret love

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