I have loved colours, and not flowers; <br />Their motion, not the swallows wings; <br />And wasted more than half my hours <br />Without the comradeship of things. <br /> <br />How is it, now, that I can see, <br />With love and wonder and delight, <br />The children of the hedge and tree, <br />The little lords of day and night? <br /> <br />How is it that I see the roads, <br />No longer with usurping eyes, <br />A twilight meeting-place for toads, <br />A mid-day mart for butterflies? <br /> <br />I feel, in every midge that hums, <br />Life, fugitive and infinite, <br />And suddenly the world becomes <br />A part of me and I of it.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amends-to-nature/
