Space is ample, east and west, <br />But two cannot go abreast, <br />Cannot travel in it two: <br />Yonder masterful cuckoo <br />Crowds every egg out of the nest, <br />Quick or dead, except its own; <br />A spell is laid on sod and stone, <br />Night and day were tampered with, <br />Every quality and pith <br />Surcharged and sultry with a power <br />That works its will on age and hour.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unity-26/
