John Clare - The Living Year lyrics

Fame blazed upon me like a comet's glare, Fame waned and left me like a falling star, Because I told the evil what they are, And truth and falsehood never wished to mar. My life hath been a wreck , and I've gone far for peace and truth-and hope-,for home and rest. Like Eden's gates,fate throws a constant bar. Thoughts may o'ertake the sunset in the west: -man meets no home within a woman's breast. Thoughts they are blazoned in the poet's song As all the comforts which our lives contain, I read ,and sought such joy my whole life long, And found the best of poets sung in vain; But still I read and sighed and sued again, And lost no purpose where I had the will: I almost worshipped when my toils grew vain; finding no antidote my pains to k**, I sigh a poet and a lover still