Why is it we feel So little for each other, but for this, That we with nature have no sympathy, Or with such things as have no power to hold Articulate language? And never for each other shall we feel As we may feel, till we have sympathy With nature in her forms inanimate, With objects such as have no power to hold Articulate language. In all forms of things There is a mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY PUSSY WILLOWS by ELIZABETH BRADY |