Anylize this poem: When all you have is all you know.
So what is above is that which is below?
To hold in your hand all profound, what lies three miles up is also three miles down.
 
To hold a dream, so to foster and so it doth grow.
Not to speak profanely but as a child may beseech.
To know there is something that lies beyond the sky,
Always out of reach.

To look again with childlike eyes; then grim reality steals that
Vision all away; to never hold that vision again, no matter come what may?
O, be quiet tempest raging heart; that echoes with times swift delay,
Then depart to newer shores that mine vision can so array.
O genital come hope; of bygone years.

Come now the winter of old age, filled with regret and bitter tears
To weep.
Then comes death’s angel to sprit you away to a silver shore, ever onward
To a bright morning.
