I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
John ClareCrowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
John ClareSo dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.
John Clare