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Amends To Nature
(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

Amends To Nature

Poem By Arthur Symons

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.

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Please give me explanation
I love the nature .. Nature love me We are in tune -@itsghousu99
I love nature ... nature loves me We are in tune -@itsghousu99
Send the meaning of this poem any one please
Nature is wonderful so is the poem