<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where She Told Her Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her crop a rose<br>Right early in the day,<br>And I went to kiss the place<br>Where she broke the rose away<br>And I saw the patten rings<br>Where she o'er the stile had gone,<br>And I love all other things<br>Her bright eyes look upon.<br>If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,<br>The whitethorn or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a pleasant hill<br>Which I sit upon for hours,<br>Where she cropt some sprigs of thyme<br>And other little flowers;<br>And she muttered as she did it<br>As does beauty in a dream,<br>And I loved her when she hid it<br>On her breast, so like to cream,<br>Near the brown mole on her neck that to me a diamond shone;<br>Then my eye was like to fire, and my heart was like to stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a small green place<br>Where cowslips early curled,<br>Which on Sabbath day I traced,<br>The dearest in the world.<br>A little oak spreads o'er it,<br>And throws a shadow round,<br>A green sward close before it,<br>The greenest ever found:<br>There is not a woodland nigh nor is there a green grove,<br>Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419554" data-title="Where She Told Her Love de John Clare" data-description="I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she broke the rose away And I saw the patten rings Where she o'er the stile had gone, And I love all other things Her bright eyes look upon. If she looks upon the hed..."></div> </div> </div>

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