It may indeed be only phantasy
That I essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings
And find in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
Bluebells on Holwell Lawn
Dartmoor, England
So let it be,-and though the whole world rings
In mock of this belief; to me it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I rear my alter in the fields
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be;
The stunning springtime landscape of Dartmoor National Park, Devon, England
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be incense that I offer thee-
Thee, only God, Thou will not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
"Dousland, Dartmoor, Devon"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
English Poet
(1772-1834)
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