I walked among the flowers that bend their heads
Low to the earth and back again to light,
Hearing them prattle of their blue and white
Violet and jasmine in the bordered beds.
They whispered them of every wing that weds
388ഊFragrance to fragrance in the dusky night;
And, seeing them, I knew another sight,
And saw them bowing where all Beauty spreads.
I touched each petal with the sunbeams flaked
Roses and pansies of the early morn,
Lilies that lilted of the moons light grace,
And left them hushed when all my joy was slaked;
For in the garden of my soul, God-born,
Each flower made beauty for my childs soft face.
