Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte. - William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—
Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me
A traveler came by
Silently, invisibly—
Oh, was no deny.

When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
This is not done by jostling in the street.