（のどかな小春日が水の辺にふりそそぐ。音一つしない
冬の日。乙女が独り水面を見つめたたずんでいる。
乙女は何を思う・・・時刻（とき）が止まる。すべてが
彼女の胸に吸いよせられそこで止まる。）

＊うらうらと：太陽がのどかに照るさま ＊ひそけく：ひそかに

For years, I've nurtured an ideal woman in my heart. She is
fair and tall, rather slender with a graceful demeanour. She
is silent but has a strong will of herself and maintains an innate
dignity. Of course, I've never met such a woman yet in reality  
but she always exists in me. If I see a beautiful scenery she
naturally appears in my inner eyes.

John Clare seems to have had an ideal woman himself.

From "I Hid My Love"

I met her in the greenest dells
Wheredewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
The bee kissed and went singing by.
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain mound her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song,
She lay there all the summer long.

The above is only a part of his poem but it vividly
portraits his secret love. I'll have my own secret love
and she'll be with me until I die.