"The Lass With The Delicate Air"

________________________________________________
Title:     "The Lass With The Delicate Air"
Author: John Clare [More Titles by Clare]

Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
Afraid of praise she hurries down the streets
And turns away from every smile she meets.
The forward clown has many things to say
And holds her by the gown to make her stay,
The picture of good health she goes along,
Hale as the morn and happy as her song.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper pleasing fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.

[The end]
John Clare's poem: "The Lass With The Delicate Air"

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN