First Love by John Clare
"First Love" is a poem written by John Clare. From the name of it, it's obvious to know what it is about. That's right! The author's first love. Actually, the author wrote the words so well that I'm sure he captured exactly how everyone feels. I know it is how I feel when I read it, anyway.
"First Love" is written as six stanzas with four lines each for a total of 29 lines. Each stanza has the rhyme scheme ABAB.
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First Love I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can return no more.
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