I have a fellowship with every shade <br />Of changing nature: with the tempest hour <br />My soul goes forth to claim her early dower <br />Of living princedom; and her wings have staid <br />Amidst the wildest uproar undismayed! <br />Yet she hath often owned a better power, <br />And blessed the gentle coming of the shower, <br />The speechless majesty of love arrayed <br />In lowly virtue, under which disguise <br />Full many a princely thing hath passed her by; <br />And she from homely intercourse of eyes <br />Hath gathered visions wider than the sky, <br />And seen the withered heart of man arise <br />Peaceful as God, and full of majesty.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-with-nature-3/
