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331 XXXVII. TO JOHN CLARE, The Peasant-l?t of Arortharnpto?hire. Tazzz is a vivid llghiaing of the breast, Flash'd from a spark of kindred imesy, Which Poets only know, when rapt they see Some hidden thought, some feeling unexpress'd Upon the pages of the bard impress'd, In all the warmth of Nature's energy. 0 Clare, such answering electricity Darts from thy numbera to my soul address'd I Thou hast read Nature with a Poet's eye, Thou hast felt Nature with a Poet's heart, l?ot the broad page, which all expansed descry, But the fine secrets, which poetic art Alone.can apprehend--alone impartm And to which none but Poets' souls reply. ......... ?Google
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