O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

John Clare
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William Shakespeare wrote the poem, “O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made”. This poem is about how he thinks if there was a place where nothing ever happened, it would be the perfect place to find peace. He then goes on to say that it would be the most beautiful place to find peace because of all the noise that happens in the world. The poem ends with, “Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.” Kingcups are one of the heath flowers.

Source: Poems Chiefly From Manuscript

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