Satan Watching the Caresses of Adam and Eve, William Blake (1808) source
There's a little bit of paradise It's in his voice, it's in his eyes It's in the joy of countless birds Who sing each morning wordless words.
It's in the babbling of a brook It's in the pictures that we took Framed to avoid the ugly parts These are the boundaries of our art.
It's in the light of a trillion rays Setting silent waves ablaze Its in the exhaled breath we hear From one whose every sound is dear.
Its in the rustling of the leaves The fallen boughs of singular trees Its in the hidden world within where countless Edens' ends begin.
The Temptation and Fall of Eve, William Blake, (1808)
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So many bits of paradise Seen by all the truly wise By instruments we can't devise Right there, before all our eyes.