The tree that moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes
Of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...
And some scarce see it at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
Nature is imagination itself.
As a man is so he sees.
-William Blake
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment