I wish I was where I would be,
With love alone to dwell,
Was I but her or she but me,
Then love would all be well.
I wish to send my thoughts to her
As quick as thoughts can fly,
But as the winds the waters stir
The mirrors change and fly.

(C) John Clare
03/19/2017


Best Poems of John Clare

• I Am
• Remembrances
• Farewell
• Summer
• Early Nightingale
• A Lair At Noon.
• Evening Primrose
• Evening
• June
• From
• The Nightingales Nest
• Night Wind
• Summer Images
• The Yellowhammer
• Clock-o-clay
• Sunday Dip
• The Vixen
• The Secret
• Summer Evening
• The Dying Child