Flower in the crannied wall, 
I pluck you out of the crannies, 
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 
Little flower-but if I could understand 
What you are, root and all, all in all, 
I should know what God and man is.
Flower in the Crannied Wall
written byAlfred Tennyson
© Alfred Tennyson





