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    

I long for scenes where man hath never trod, <br>
      A place where woman never smiled or wept<br>
      There to abide with my Creator, God; <br>
      And sleep as I in childhood, sweetly slept,<br>
      Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie, <br>
      The grass below - above the vaulted sky
Words by John Clare (1793-1864)

 

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