"I TELL thee that those living things, 



To whom the fragile blade of grass, 

 That springeth in the morn 

 And perisheth ere noon, 

 Is an unbounded world 



I tell thee that those viewless beings, 

 Whose mansion is the smallest particle 



Of the impassive atmosphere, 

 Enjoy and live like man ; 

 And the minutest throb 



That through their frame diffuses 

 The slightest, faintest motion, 

 Is fixed, and indispensable, 

 As the majestic laws 



That rule yon rolling orbs." 



SHELLEY 



