What purpose Beauty unobserved
On a distant garden hill
Its miracle so wild, diverse,
A bank of daffodils.
Beauty unobserved is waste,
A haunt of butterflies,
I put them in a crystal vase
To mesmerize my eyes.
Although I shorten their brief hour
Of glory in their reign
This perfection of ripe Nature’s power
Will be battered by the rain.
Then let them stand upon my case
In safe silent bunched array;
Unattended Beauty is a waste
And quickly fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If Daffodils then had a voice Sure they would make a diff'rent choice To see the sun and feel the rain That they be left to grow again