On an Infant's Grave
John Clare
1793 to 1864
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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What crowds will wish with me, in vain,
Alone reserv'd for thee;
Thrice happy Infant! great the bliss
Ah! doubly happy, doubly blest,
For oh! when all must rise again,
Ere it knew how to sin.
Such joy 'twas my sad fate to miss,
Beneath the sod where smiling creep
Whose soul's as smiling too;
Recall'd to heaven's eternal rest,
The daisies into view,
And thy good luck to see;
They'd fill'd an infant's grave.
The ashes of an Infant sleep,
And sentence then shall have,
(Had I so happy been!)