Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-in-the-crannied-wall-2/
