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.
John Clare’s “Song” gives voice to a lonely lover aching for perfect closeness. In the first half, he imagines a world where he lives only with love—no other concerns—and even longs to swap selves with the beloved, believing that if he were her or she were him, love would be complete and…
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