Classic Poem

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!