"Flower In The Crannied Wall"

[poliphilo]

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, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Tennyson

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

It's a catchy little poem. Once heard, never forgotten.