I shall go back to the sea-shell, Beginning all over again, Back to the heart of the garnet, Back to the butterfly's vein. There I shall 'scape all the scholars, Giants who chant of belief; Pebbles will open their caverns, Pastures will call from a leaf. There I will tarry with small things, Choosing my pin-point domain, Finding a star in an atom Carries the heavenly strain. Willing to worship the little, Even the specks of the rust, Counting my trifles as priceless -- Since peace sits as one in the dust. |