"I'm happiest when most away ...."

I’m happiest when most away

I can bear my soul from its home of clay

On a windy night when the moon is bright

And my eye can wander through worlds of light

When I am not and none beside

Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky

But only spirit wandering wide

Through infinite immensity

Emily Bronte

"Flower in the crannied wall ...."

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, and all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson