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
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