"to see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour
if the sun and moon should doubt
they'd immediately go out
to be in a passion you good may do
but no good if a passion is in you
every night and every morn
some to misery are born
every morn and every night
some are born to sweet delight
some are born to sweet delight
some are born to endless night
we are led to believe a lie
when we see not through the eye
which was born in a night to perish in a night
when the soul slept in beams of light
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."
(by william blake - auguries of innocence)
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