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Poem by Arthur William Symons


Amends to Nature


I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.

How is it, now, that I can see,
With love and wonder and delight,
The children of the hedge and tree,
The little lords of day and night?

How is it that I see the roads,
No longer with usurping eyes,
A twilight meeting-place for toads,
A mid-day mart for butterflies?

I feel, in every midge that hums,
Life, fugitive and infinite,
And suddenly the world becomes
A part of me and I of it. 



Arthur William Symons


Arthur William Symons's other poems:
  1. Serata Di Fiesta
  2. In The Temple
  3. Margery Of The Fens
  4. Caprice
  5. By The Pool Of The Third Rosses


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