The third quatrain reads like a prayer. The speaker now sees the world not as jaded or unkind, but vital and benevolent. He submits to nature and wants to be completely consumed by his reawakened love for it: ‘O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web/ Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech’ the beauty of nature: ‘Feed the gaping need of my senses’. As a poet, Kavanagh knows that nature can give him all the inspiration he needs to write, without any effort at all: ‘give me . For him, poetry itself is a kind of prayer. As an Irishman who grew up in the early twentieth century, he wants to lose any sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment, and to simply say what is in his heart.
In the rhyming couplet the speaker imagines his soul as an entity that can be ‘dressed’ in the colours of nature, the green of the grass and the blue of the sky: ‘For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven/ From green and blue things’. We use the phrase ‘soul- searching’ to describe our contemplation, often anxious, of ourselves and others, but here, Kavanagh does not seek the kind of answers he sought in other poems. He accepts that his ‘arguments that cannot be proven.’ The comforting conclusion tells us that everything the speaker needs can be found externally in nature, and internally in acceptance and peace.