Author John Clare The nigher the fountain the water flows clearer & sweeter the rose bud when blushing to view & lips when first breathd on their rubies are dearer & the hearts swoons delicious when love it is new. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments