Arthur Symons 1865-1945

[Alan]

Amends to Nature by Arthur Symons

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.

[john]

I like this Alan. I wonder what year this was done, i would think later in his life because he is noticing the things around him which he never took much notice of before. Is this a part of a poem or the full one? Thanks anyway for posting it here.