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R.S. Thomas Sayings

Children's Song
We Live In Our Own World,
A World That Is Too Small
For You To Stoop And Enter
Even On Hands And Knees,
The Adult Subterfuge.
And Though You Probe And Pry
With Analytic Eye,
And Eavesdrop All Our Talk
With An Amused Look,
You Cannot Find The Centre
Where We Dance, Where We Play,
Where Life Is Still Asleep
Under The Closed Flower,
Under The Smooth Shell
Of Eggs In The Cupped Nest
That Mock The Faded Blue
Of Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.

R.S. Thomas Sayings: Children's SongWe Live In Our Own World,A World That Is Too SmallFor You To Stoop And EnterEven On Hands And Knees,The Adult Subterfuge.And Though You Probe And PryWith Analytic Eye,And Eavesdrop All Our TalkWith An Amused Look,You Cannot Find The CentreWhere We Dance, Where We Play,Where Life Is Still AsleepUnder The Closed Flower,Under The Smooth ShellOf Eggs In The Cupped NestThat Mock The Faded BlueOf Your Remoter Heaven.