Carol, every violet has <br />Heaven for a looking-glass! <br /> <br />Every little valley lies <br />Under many-clouded skies; <br />Every little cottage stands <br />Girt about with boundless lands. <br />Every little glimmering pond <br />Claims the mighty shores beyond— <br />Shores no seamen ever hailed, <br />Seas no ship has ever sailed. <br /> <br />All the shores when day is done <br />Fade into the setting sun, <br />So the story tries to teach <br />More than can be told in speech. <br /> <br />Beauty is a fading flower, <br />Truth is but a wizard's tower, <br />Where a solemn death-bell tolls, <br />And a forest round it rolls. <br /> <br />We have come by curious ways <br />To the light that holds the days; <br />We have sought in haunts of fear <br />For that all-enfolding sphere: <br />And lo! it was not far, but near. <br />We have found, O foolish-fond, <br />The shore that has no shore beyond. <br /> <br />Deep in every heart it lies <br />With its untranscended skies; <br />For what heaven should bend above <br />Hearts that own the heaven of love? <br /> <br />Carol, Carol, we have come <br />Back to heaven, back to home.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epilogue-25/
