Rich is the fancy which can double back <br />All seeming forms, and from cold icicles <br />Build up high glittering palaces where dwells <br />Summer perfection, moulding all this wrack <br />To spirit symmetry, and doth not lack <br />The power to hear amidst the funeral bells <br />The eternal heart's wind-melody which swells <br />In whirlwind flashes all along its track! <br />So hath the sun made all the winter mine <br />With gardens springing round me fresh and fair; <br />On hidden leaves uncounted jewels shine; <br />I live with forms of beauty everywhere, <br />Peopling the crumbling waste and icy pool <br />With sights and sounds of life most beautiful.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-sight-2/
