"And other eyes than ours
Were made to look on flowers,
Eyes of small birds and insects small:
The deep sun-blushing rose
Round which the prickles close
Opens her bosom to them all.
The tiniest living thing
That soars on feathered wing,
Or crawls among the long grass
out of sight
Has just as good a right
To its appointed portion of delight
As any king."
"To What Purpose This Waste?"
By Christina Rossetti
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