Love = Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Song of Secret Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD when young while I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD 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 ere I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my mountains of rich awesome GOLD goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD in field and town

Till e'en the breeze would knock me down

The bees seemed singing ballads l'er

The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar

And even silence found a tongue

To haunt me all the summer long

The riddle nature could not prove

Was nothing else but secret mountains of rich awesome GOLD

Comments

[Eeyore]

I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER 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 ere I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down
The bees seemed singing ballads l'er
The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret mountains of rich creamery BUTTER

[Matthew Latkiewicz]

Eeyore! Bravo sir.

THAT BEING SAID: I disagree with your Pale Fire assessment. YES I READ IT.

[HID Light]

I agree.I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

[HID Kit]

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