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Love and Solitude

By John Clare

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I hate the very noise of troublous man     Who did and does me all the harm he can.     Free from the world I would a prisoner be     And my own shadow all my company;     And lonely see the shooting stars appear,     Worlds rushing into judgment all the year.     O lead me onward to the loneliest shade,     The darkest place that quiet ever made,     Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold     And shut up green and open into gold.     Farewell to poesy--and leave the will;     Take all the world away--and leave me still     The mirth and music of a woman's voice,     That bids the heart be happy and rejoice.

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About John Clare

John Clare (1793–1864) was an English poet known as the "peasant poet" for his humble origins. His nature poetry—including "I Am" and "Badger"—captures the English countryside with extraordinary precision and emotional honesty, and he is now recognized as one of the finest nature poets in the language.

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