Author Christina Georgina Rossetti Lord, purge our eyes to see Within the seed a tree, Within the glowing egg a bird, Within the shroud a butterfly: Till taught by such, we see Beyond all creatures Thee, And hearken for Thy tender word, And hear it, “Fear not: it is I.” Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments