Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this. - Robert Penn Warren

Tell me a story of deep delight.

Such fable ours! However sweet,
That earlier hope had, if fulfilled,
Been but child's pap and toothless meat — And meaning blunt and deed unwilled,
And we but motes that dance in light
And in such light gleam like the core
Of light, but lightless, are in right
Blind dust that fouls the unswept floor For, no: not faith by fable lives,
But from the faith the fable springs — It never is the song that gives
Tongue life, it is the tongue that sings;
And sings the song. Then, let the act
Speak, it is the unbetrayable
Command, if music, let the fact
Make music's motion; us, the fable.

How life is strange and changeful, and the crystal is in the steel at the point of fracture, and the toad bears a jewel in its forehead, and the meaning of moments passes like the breeze that scarcely ruffles the leaf of the willow.