To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
The Moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?
I sought my soul, But my soul I could not see. I sought my God, But my God eluded me. I sought my brother, And I found all three.
Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night.
One thought fills immensity.
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