Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee! John Clare More Quotes by John Clare More Quotes From John Clare Throw not my words away, as many do;They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you. John Clare valuesgold Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away. John Clare receiptspoor Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint: John Clare sacredsoulsimple How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree John Clare naturesummertree Wildness is my suiting scene. John Clare wildnessscenenature In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude. John Clare naturesongsweet To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,And empty shadow of what is to be;Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,And ends but only when our being ends. John Clare emptyshadowends And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee. John Clare facefeelchoicevoice He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well. John Clare diegreenpoetrytime I'm John Clare now. I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly. John Clare johnshakespearenow I am, as far as my politics reaches, 'King and Country' - no 'Innovations in Religion and Government' say I. John Clare kingi-ampoliticsreligion I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled. John Clare mindsthemaboutme
