Men, Women and Ghosts

"`. . . See small portions of the Eternal World that ever groweth': . . . .
So sang a Fairy, mocking, as he sat on a streak'd tulip,
Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees,
And caught him in my hat, as boys knock down a butterfly."

William Blake. Europe. A Prophecy.

`Thou hast a lap full of seed,
And this is a fine country.'

William Blake.