William Blake

This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a read more

This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie when you see with, not through, the eye.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in read more

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it read more

He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise

A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a read more

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day--
In sighing and dismay.