Here you will find the Poem I Hid My Love of poet John Clare
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light; I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love goodbye. I met her in the greenest dells, Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells; The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, The bee kissed and went singing by, A sunbeam found a passage there, A gold chain round her neck so fair; As secret as the wild bee's song She lay there all the summer long. I hid my love in field and town Till e'en the breeze would knock me down; The bees seemed singing ballads o'er, The fly's bass turned to lion's roar; And even the silence found a tongue, To haunt me all the summer long; The riddle nature could not prove Was nothing else but secret love.