Flower in the Crannied Wall, di Lord Alfred Tennyson

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Flower 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, all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

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