I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd 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.
John ClareI never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
John ClareBurning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
John Clare