John Clare Quotes

Are flowers the winter’s choice? Is love’s bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love’s appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before; My heart has left its dwelling place, And can return no more.

I long for scenes, where man hath never trod, a place where woman never smiled or wept – there to abide with my creator, God, and sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, untroubling, and untroubled where I lie, the grass below – above, the vaulted sky.