What's greater, Pebble or Pond? 
What can be known? The Unknown. 
My true self runs toward a Hill 
More! O More! visible. 

Now I adore my life 
With the Bird, the abiding Leaf, 
With the Fish, the questing Snail, 
And the Eye altering All; 
And I dance with William Blake 
For love, for Love's sake; 

And everything comes to One, 
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.