Far better and more beautiful is this fathoming of the very souls of the flowers:
“We are the sweet Flowers,
Born of sunny showers,
Think, whene’er you see us, what our beauty saith:
Utterance mute and bright,
Of some unknown delight,
We feel the air with pleasure, by our simple breath;
All who see us, love us;
We befit all places;
Unto sorrow we give smiles; and unto graces, graces.