Thou at first prompting of what I call God, And fools call Nature, didst hear, comprehend, Accept the obligation laid on thee.
Thou at first prompting of what I call God, And fools call Nature, didst hear, comprehend, Accept the obligation laid on thee.
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
I dream of a red-rose tree.
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies.
Vows can't change nature, priests are only men, And love likes stratagem and subterfuge.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
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