THE HEDGE-ROSE OPENS
| HOW passionately it opens after rain, And O, how like a prayer To those great shining skies! Do they disdain A bride so small and fair? See the imploring petals, how they part And utterly lay bare The perishing treasures of that piteous heart In wild surrender there. What? Would’st thou, too, drink up the Eternal bliss, Ecstatically dare, O, little bride of God, to invoke His kiss?— But O, how like a prayer! |