TO A DAISY
By Alice Meynell
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hideLike all created things, secrets from me,And stand a barrier to eternity.And I, how can I praise thee well and wideFrom where I dwell—upon the hither side?Thou little veil for so great mystery,When shall I penetrate all things and thee,And then look back? For this I must abide.Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurledLiterally between me and the world.Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.And from a poet’s side shall read his book.O daisy mine, what will it be to lookFrom God’s side even of such a simple thing?
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hideLike all created things, secrets from me,And stand a barrier to eternity.And I, how can I praise thee well and wideFrom where I dwell—upon the hither side?Thou little veil for so great mystery,When shall I penetrate all things and thee,And then look back? For this I must abide.Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurledLiterally between me and the world.Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.And from a poet’s side shall read his book.O daisy mine, what will it be to lookFrom God’s side even of such a simple thing?
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hideLike all created things, secrets from me,And stand a barrier to eternity.And I, how can I praise thee well and wide
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide
Like all created things, secrets from me,
And stand a barrier to eternity.
And I, how can I praise thee well and wide
From where I dwell—upon the hither side?Thou little veil for so great mystery,When shall I penetrate all things and thee,And then look back? For this I must abide.
From where I dwell—upon the hither side?
Thou little veil for so great mystery,
When shall I penetrate all things and thee,
And then look back? For this I must abide.
Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurledLiterally between me and the world.Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.
Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled
Literally between me and the world.
Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.
And from a poet’s side shall read his book.O daisy mine, what will it be to lookFrom God’s side even of such a simple thing?
And from a poet’s side shall read his book.
O daisy mine, what will it be to look
From God’s side even of such a simple thing?