A Short Analysis of John Clare’s ‘The Secret’

This poem by an often-overlooked voice in Romantic poetry, John Clare (1793-1864), strikes to the heart of what many of us have felt at some time in our lives: having kept his love of somebody a secret, the poet is doomed to transfer or deflect that love onto other people who remind him of his first, true love. Not so much a lost love as a love never had, this one – but poignant and affecting nevertheless.

Jonathan Bate, in his masterly biography John Clare, points out that this poem was ‘scribbled on the back of a letter draft’, not long after Clare had moved to the village of Northborough in 1832. The addressee of the poem is probably Mary Joyce, a farmer’s daughter Clare had met while he was still a boy. Clare appears to have fallen in love with Mary and remained in love for the rest of his life: she was his first love, and remained his muse.

Bate points out that ‘joy’ is a key word in Clare’s poetry, and it recurs many times, including here: ‘Thou wert my joy in every spot’. But we may also glimpse Mary’s surname punningly in that final stanza: ‘And all the charms of face or voice / Which I in others see / Are but the recollected choice / Of what I felt for thee.’ For ‘recollected choice’ read ‘recollected Joyce’?