Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

To Nature

Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.


Comments about To Nature by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  • Liam Paul (5/10/2019 10:35:00 AM)

    I am Indian........................(Report)Reply

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    Awsome peom about nature(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003