Classic Poem

Our eyelids, small as lily-leaves,
Cannot conceal a single star,
For all things that the eye perceives
Behind the eyelid-curtain are.
No changes of the carnal sight
Can blind or blight
The living soul,
Which is the darkness, and the light,
And in itself contains the whole—
Both earth below
And stars above,
And weal and woe,
And hate and love.