Durand Poem by Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta
Durand
Upon his canvas Nature starts to life,
Clear waters flow, majestic trees arise, -
The earth and air with beauty's shapes are rife,
And over all there bend his glorious skies.
Yes, this is Nature - living, breathing, warm,
Ere yet her face the blight and storm have crossed;
Yes, this is Nature, in that radiant form
She wore of old, ere Paradise was lost.
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