O the voice of woman’s love!

John Clare

1793 to 1864

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A woman's love?
Was a dearer ever heard,
O the voice of woman's love!
'Tis the gem of beauty's birth,
And resting place of all,
Cold, ah! cold, must his appear,
Who hath never shared a part
'Tis freedom to the thrall;
'Tis pleasure to the mourner,
The pilgrimage of many,
If without a woman's love—
Than woman's love?
What a bosom-stirring word!
Of woman's love.
What were angels upon earth,
Was a sweeter ever uttered,
It competes with joys above;
How it melts upon the ear,
Is woman's love.
How it nourishes the heart!