Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro’ my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cur’d me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves...
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
