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 Clare: Poems Chiefly from Manuscript (ed. 1920)


I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place... and can return no more.

I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place... and can return no more.

I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place... and can return no more.

I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place... and can return no more.