Quote #2: John Clare (mid 1820s)

[…] the mind delights to indulge in the rambles—this is happiness—to lean on the rail of a wooden brig & mark the crinkles of the stream below & the little dancing beetles twharling & glancing their glossy coats to the summer sun—to bend over the old woods mossy rails & list the call of the hairey bumble bee playing with the ivy flowers till he has lost his way—& anon finds it by accident & wings out of the wood the the sunshine that lead him to his mossy nest lapt up in the long grass of some quite nook—such is happiness—

 

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