now what were motionless move(exists nomiracle mightier than this:to feel)poor worlds must merely do,which then are done;and whose last doing shall not quite undosuch first amazement as a leaf-here's onemore than each creature new(except your fearto whom i give this little parasol,so she may above people walk in the airwith almost breathing me)-look up:and we'll(for what were less than dead)dance,i and you;high(are become more than alive)aboveanybody and fate and even Ourwhisper it Selves but don't look down and to-morrow and yesterday and everything except love