To Nature Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To Nature

Rating: 3.2


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 OF THE POEM
Juliet Languedoc 06 July 2020

So great is God. Like your concluding humility.

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Liam Paul 10 May 2019

I am Indian........................

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Tamanna khan 09 May 2019

Not very nice, but I think it was medium

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Btenda breunig 12 May 2018

Awsome peom about nature

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