Flower in the crannied wall

Flower in the crannied wall

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies; —
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.

by Alfred Tennyson
Original Language English

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