Love Lives Beyond The Tomb

Portrait of John Clare
John Clare 1793–1864

Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep: 'Tis happiness of healthy dreams: Eve's dews may weep, But love delightful seems.

'Tis seen in flowers, And in the morning's pearly dew; In earth's green hours, And in the heaven's eternal blue.

'Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind, On angel's wing Bring love and music to the mind.

And where's the voice, So young, so beautiful, and sweet As Nature's choice, Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true.

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