All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.

Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.

But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.