The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, <br />The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, <br />And slender hairs cast shadows though but small, <br />And bees have stings although they be not great. <br />Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs, <br />And love is love in beggars and in kings. <br /> <br />Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords, <br />The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move: <br />The firmest faith is in the fewest words, <br />The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love, <br />True hearts have eyes and ears no tongues to speak: <br />They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break.<br /><br />Sir Edward Dyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lowest-trees-have-tops/
