Dear lowly flower that liftest upAmong the grass thy golden cup,I take thee from thy earthly bedAnd plant thee in my heart instead.
Ye ocean waves that mount on highAs emulous of the lofty sky,'Tis in my breast ye onward sweepWhich as the sea is wide and deep.
Great sun, from thy supernal heightOn flower and wave who pourest light,My soul doth clasp thee in the skies,And thou in me dost set and rise.
O thou I love, thy lips of fireHave waked an infinite desire,And unto all things as to theeFlames out the love that burns in me.
