Sunday, October 25, 2015

I Long For Scenes Where Man Hath Never Trod


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.

~ John Clare

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