Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best--Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
John ClareAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: July 13, 1793
- Died: May 20, 1864