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Amends to Nature

 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.

Poem by Arthur Symons
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