Poems

To me, this says it all - and it's only the beginning:

To see the world in a grain of sand,

And heaven in a wild flower,

To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

Then it ends with:

God appears, and God is light

To those poor souls who dwell in night;

But does a human form display

To those who dwell in realms of day?

Auguries of Innocence
William Blake