Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.
John ClareRead
I hid my love when young till I_x000D_ Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;_x000D_ I hid my life to my despite_x000D_ Till I could not bear to look at light:_x000D_ I dare not gaze upon her face_x000D_ But left her memory in each place;_x000D_ Where'er I saw a wild flower lie_x000D_ I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the pain of unexpressed love and the longing associated with it.
In this poignant quote, John Clare expresses the deep sorrow and regret of hiding his love throughout his youth. The imagery of hiding not just love, but life itself, illustrates the weight of unfulfilled emotions, culminating in a bitter farewell to love as he finds solace in memories associated with nature, represented by wildflowers.
Themes
LoveRegretMemoryNatureHeartbreak
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used during a poetry reading event to highlight themes of hidden emotions.
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