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Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest—that I love the best— Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.

John Clare

I live here among the ignorant like a lost man in fact like one whom the rest seemes careless of having anything to do with—they hardly dare talk in my company for fear I should mention them in my writings and I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in musing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose.

John Clare

Lover of swamps
The quagmire overgrown
With hassock tufts of sedge—where fear encamps
Around thy home alone
The trembling grass
Quakes from the human foot
Nor bears the weight of man to let him pass
Where he alone and mute
Sitteth at rest

John Clare

Pale death, the grand physician, cures all pain;
The dead rest well who lived for joys in vain.

John Clare