< Poems (Coates 1916) < Volume I
For works with similar titles, see Nature.
Not to be confused with Nature (Coates, "I weave the beginning, I fashion the end").
NATURE
TO see thee, hear thee, wistful watch I keep—
Mother, who in Immensity dost dwell—
A child who listens for the boundless deep,
Her ear against a shell:
And vainly though I seek thy face to scan,
Lost in the vasty temple where thou art,
Faint breathings of thy voice æolian
Vibrate against my heart.
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