Buds into stars. A Milky Way
just of daisies, down this Fen Meadow,
scattered in a single morning, weather snowy
with warmth; and if you look for causes, small
effects have (reversing the proverb) a great one, Earth
itself in sustained hurry, two million
miles a day, scattering music and explosions
down more-than-icy space. ‘The starry heavens
above … ‘ the sage Immanuel began, making
his Baltic haven a forested island of goodness
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