The approach to Croft Wood - a frosty February morning All Nature Has Feeling (a poem)
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal - and in silence they
Speak happiness - beyond the reach of books.
There's nothing mortal in them - their decay
Is the green life of change, to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal is its stay,
And the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their night and day and heaven wide.
(John Clare 1793 - 1864)
