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Coleridge, Samuel Taylor - It may indeed be fantasy, when I
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge – The Complete Poems
From To nature
It may indeed be fantasy, when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be, and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, not grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee
Thee only God! And thou shalt not despise
Even me; the priest of this poor sacrifice