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.
More verses by John Clare
- Dyke Side
- The Maid Of Jerusalem
- Farewell And Defiance To Love
- Sport In The Meadows
- The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story