Walt Whitman·1855Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, / If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
Rabindranath Tagore·1910This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
William Blake·1803To 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.
