Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardlyvisible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
I wonder what spendthrift chose to spillSuch a bright gold under my windowsill!Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still?Bless me! It's a daffodil!
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
Last Update: January, 2020