ALL NATURE HAS A FEELING

John Clare 1793-1864

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks 

Are life eternal: and in silence they 

Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; 

There's nothing mortal in them; their decay 

Is the green life of change; to pass away 

And come again in blooms revivified. 

Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, 

And with the sun and moon shall still abide 

Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

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