All feeling is in nature

All feeling is in nature: words, rhymes, books
Are too typeset; the mot juste cannot quite convey
Nuance from a choral work of roosting rooks
Or singing winds that cause the branch and grass to sway
Naked at the horizontal; these pull my breath away
And then inspire again just as moon turns tide
Twice about face from day to every day
There we sense where Deum in perpetuum abides
All this and so much more besides
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

In the rhyme scheme and mould of John Clare’s ‘All nature has a feeling for Bryan’s Tuesday prompt whereby he encourages us to“cover” a poem by a poet whom we admire: Poetics: Cover with Bryan. A belated offering in Open Link Night #185 and shelving it also for Poetry Pantry