Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Cinderella

John Clare's poem telling the tale of Cinderella,


The tale of Cinderella told
The winter thro and never old
The faireys favourite and friend
Who made her happy in the end
The pumpkin that at her approach
Was turned into a golden coach
The rats that faireys magic knew
And instantly to horses grew
And coachmen ready at he call
To drive her to the princess ball
With fur changd jackets sliver lind
And tails hung neath their hats behind
Where soon as met the princess sight
She made his heart ach all the night
The golden glove wi fingers small
She lost while dancing in the hall
That was on every finger tryd
And fitted hers and none beside
When cinderella soon as seen
Was woo'd and won and made a queen

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