I Am John CLARE ( Penny Dreadful Scene)

I Am BY JOHN CLARE (1793 1864) I amyet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the selfconsumer of my woes They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in loves frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and livelike vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strangenay, ra