Blue at the border,
Then purple and white,
From trellis of green
You turn to the light
Bells of bright splendour,
Hearts touched with dew;
What message from God
Do you bring? If I knew.

Resting in pathways
Of purpose and duty,
Should I bask in the joy
Of your exquisite beauty,
Or, hearing your story,
Forget your adorning
And open like yon
My eyes to the morning?