All nature has a feeling wood fields brooks

All nature has a feeling wood fields brooks
Are life eternal — & in silence they
Speak happiness — beyond the reach of books
There's nothing mortal in them — their decay
Is the green life of change to pass away
& come again in blooms revifified
Its birth was heaven eternal is its stay
& with the sun & moon shall still abide
Beneath their night & day & heave[n] wide.
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