Men, Women and Ghosts

"'... See small portions of the Eternal World that ever groweth':...

So sang a Fairy, mocking, as he sat on a streak'd tulip,

Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees,

And caught him in my hat, as boys knock down a butterfly."

William Blake. "Europe. A Prophecy."

'Thou hast a lap full of seed,

And this is a fine country.'

William Blake.