Smaller than the smallest thing
Thinner than the thinnest one
Deeper than the deepest sea
It is none but a poet’s mind
Light rays from it fall and spread
In and around all the world
From these rays wise men weave
Culture in turn – life on earth.
Who knows facts as facts
All are busy - to whom I complaint?
Who knows facts as facts
All are busy - to whom I complaint?
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