document.write("I have loved colours, and not flowers;<br />Their motion, not the swallows wings;<br />And wasted more than half my hours<br />Without the comradeship of things.<br /><br />How is it, now, that I can see,<br />With love and wonder and delight,<br />The children of the hedge and tree,<br />The little lords of day and night?<br /><br />How is it that I see the roads,<br />No longer with usurping eyes,<br />A twilight meeting-place for toads,<br />A mid-day mart for butterflies?<br /><br />I feel, in every midge that hums,<br />Life, fugitive and infinite,<br />And suddenly the world becomes<br />A part of me and I of it.");