Poem of the day on 8/10/09

To Mary: I Sleep with Thee

By John Clare

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou art not there
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou art out of sight
My lips are always touching thine
At morning, noon, and night.
I think and speak of other things
To keep my mind at rest,
But still to thee my memory clings
Like love in woman's breast.
I hide it from the world's wide eye
And think and speak contrary,
But soft the wind comes from the sky
And whispers tales of Mary.
The night-wind whispers in my ear,
The moon shines on my face
The burden still of chilling fear
I find in every place.
The breeze is whispering in the bush,
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