<P> The Agatha Christie novel "Endless Night" 's title was inspired by this poem . Six lines of the poem were recited in a 1995 film, Dead Man . The lines were recited by the character named Nobody . </P> <P> On May 10, 2015, the first four lines of the poem were recited in Season 2 Episode 2 (titled "Verbis Diablo") of the television series Penny Dreadful . The four lines were recited by the character "The Creature" better known as John Clare (played by Rory Kinnear) to the character Vanessa Ives (played by Eva Green) during a conversation the two were having about theology and philosophy . </P> <P> In 2016, a verse of the poem is quoted in the E3 trailer for Hideo Kojima's game Death Stranding . </P> <P> To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour . A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage . A dove - house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions . A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state . A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood . Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear . A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing . The game - cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright . Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul . The wild deer, wand'ring here and there, Keeps the human soul from care . The lamb misus'd breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife . The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe . The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright . He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be belov'd by men . He who the ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by woman lov'd . The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity . He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night . The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief . Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the last judgement draweth nigh . He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar . The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat . The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from slander's tongue . The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of envy's foot . The poison of the honey bee Is the artist's jealousy . The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags . A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent . It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go . Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine . Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine . The babe is more than swaddling bands; Throughout all these human lands; Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands . Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity; This is caught by females bright, And return'd to its own delight . The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, Are waves that beat on heaven's shore . The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes revenge in realms of death . The beggar's rags, fluttering in air, Does to rags the heavens tear . The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun, Palsied strikes the summer's sun . The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore . One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands; Or, if protected from on high, Does that whole nation sell and buy . He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death . He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out . He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death . The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons . The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply . He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out . The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown . Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace . When gold and gems adorn the plow, To peaceful arts shall envy bow . A riddle, or the cricket's cry, Is to doubt a fit reply . The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile . He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please . If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out . To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you . The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate . The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding - sheet . The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse . Every night and every morn Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight . Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night . We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light . God appears, and God is light, To those poor souls who dwell in night; But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day . </P>

Blake to see the world in a grain of sand