Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Nature

by Florence Earle Coates

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.