Flower in the crannied wall,_x000D_ _x000D_ I pluck you out of the crannies,_x000D_ _x000D_ I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,_x000D_ _x000D_ Little flower-but if I could understand_x000D_ _x000D_ What you are, root and all, all in all,_x000D_ _x000D_ I should know what God and man is.
Alfred Lord TennysonRead