“I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each place;Where eer I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my love good bye.”John Clare "Secret Love" Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
“Arts may ply fantastic anatomy but nature is always herself in her wildest moods of extravagence.”John Clare 'Essay on Landscape' Other