“I long for scenes where man has 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. I Am
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What a momentum poem !!
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