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.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.