Poets love Nature, and themselves are love.
Though scorn of fools, and mock of idle pride.
The vile in nature worthless deeds approve,
They court the vile and spurn all good beside.
Poets love Nature; like the calm of Heaven,
Like Heaven's own love, her gifts spread far and wide:
In all her works there are no signs of leaven
* * * *
Her flowers * * * *
They are her very Scriptures upon earth,
And teach us simple mirth where'er we go.
Even in prison they can solace me,
For where they bloom God is, and I am free.
Poets Love Nature--a Fragment
John Clare
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Poem topics: god, pride, april fools, earth, good, wide, prison, simple, teach, spread, bloom, heaven, nature, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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