All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks <br />Are life eternal: and in silence they <br />Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; <br />There's nothing mortal in them; their decay <br />Is the green life of change; to pass away <br />And come again in blooms revivified. <br />Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, <br />And with the sun and moon shall still abide <br />Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-nature-has-a-feeling/
