Poems of John Clare

My Love, thou art a Nosegay Sweet

My love, thou art a nosegay sweet,
  My sweetest flower I prove thee;
And pleas’d I pin thee to my breast,
  And dearly do I love thee.

And when, my nosegay, thou shalt fade,
  As sweet a flower thou’lt prove thee;
And as thou witherest on my breast,
  For beauty past I’ll love thee.

And when, my nosegay, thou shalt die,
  And heaven’s flower shalt prove thee;
My hopes shall follow to the sky,
  And everlasting love thee.