The World Is Charged With The Grandeur

I Am All At Once What Christ Is, ' Since He Was What I Am, And This Jack, Joke, Poor Potsherd, ' Patch, Matchwood, Immortal Diamond, Is Immortal Diamond.

And The Headbonny Ash That Sits Over The Burn. What Would The World Be, Once Bereft Of Wet And Of Wildness? Let Them Be Left, O Let Them Be Left, Wildness And Wet: Long Live The Weeds And The Wilderness Yet.

Crystal Sincerity Hath Found No Shelter But In A Fool's Cap.

Do You Know, A Horrible Thing Has Happened To Me. I Have Begun To Doubt Tennyson.

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.