Author Arthur Edward Waite Nature is naked until man's own mindHas rainbow hues to all her form assign'd; And she in turn provides his garments dim:Say, who shall robe her when his hands unbind, Who unclothe him? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments