<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Distant Hills</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is there in those distant hills<br>My fancy longs to see,<br>That many a mood of joy instils?<br>Say what can fancy be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do old oaks thicken all the woods,<br>With weeds and brakes as here?<br>Does common water make the floods,<br>That's common everywhere?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is grass the green that clothes the ground?<br>Are springs the common springs?<br>Daisies and cowslips dropping round,<br>Are such the flowers she brings?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are cottages of mud and stone,<br>By valley wood and glen,<br>And their calm dwellers little known<br>Men, and but common men,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That drive afield with carts and ploughs?<br>Such men are common here,<br>And pastoral maidens milking cows<br>Are dwelling everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If so my fancy idly clings<br>To notions far away,<br>And longs to roam for common things<br>All round her every day,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right idle would the journey be<br>To leave one's home so far,<br>And see the moon I now can see<br>And every little star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And have they there a night and day,<br>And common counted hours?<br>And do they see so far away<br>This very moon of ours?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mark him climb above the trees<br>With one small [comrade] star,<br>And think me in my reveries--<br>He cannot shine so far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poets in the tales they tell<br>And with their happy powers<br>Have made lands where their fancies dwell<br>Seem better lands than ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why need I sigh far hills to see<br>If grass is their array,<br>While here the little paths go through<br>The greenest every day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such fancies fill the restless mind,<br>At once to cheat and cheer<br>With thought and semblance undefined,<br>Nowhere and everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419419" data-title="Distant Hills de John Clare" data-description="What is there in those distant hills My fancy longs to see, That many a mood of joy instils? Say what can fancy be? Do old oaks thicken all the woods, With weeds and brakes as here? Does common water make the floods, That's common everywhere? Is..."></div> </div> </div>

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