Here you will find the Poem Impromptu of poet John Clare
'Where art thou wandering, little child?' I said to one I met to-day.-- She pushed her bonnet up and smiled, 'I'm going upon the green to play: Folks tell me that the May's in flower, That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull, And I've got leave to spend an hour To get this little basket full.' --And thou'st got leave to spend an hour! My heart repeated.--She was gone; --And thou hast heard the thorn's in flower, And childhood's bliss is urging on: Ah, happy child! thou mak'st me sigh, This once as happy heart of mine, Would nature with the boon comply, How gladly would I change for thine.