‘Flower in the crannied wall’
Alfred Tennyson
F
LOWER
in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but
if
I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
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