There is a charm in solitude that cheers,
A feeling that the world knows nothing of;
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off.
- from the poem “Solitude” by John Clare, 1793-1864
There is a charm in solitude that cheers,
A feeling that the world knows nothing of;
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off.
- from the poem “Solitude” by John Clare, 1793-1864