To Nature
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1772 to 1834
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It may indeed be fantasy, when I
Essay to from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let be; and if the wide world rings
In mock this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
the sweet fragrance that the wildflower yields
Shall be incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of poor sacrifice.
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