Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Questions need not to be answered. Very nice poem in contemplation on small details of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a meaningful poetry.... I love to read it... I would like you read my poem LET ME RISE too..