C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Robert Buchanan (18411901)
Flower of the World
W
I wandered in my quest;
At last in a Garden of God
I saw the Flower of the World.
Its breath was the breath of the mouth:
Sunlight and starlight came,
And the flower drank bliss from both.
Whatever was sad and strange,
Was piled around its roots:
It drew its strength from the same.
Passed into fineness and form;
Whatever was lifeless and mean
Grew into beautiful bloom.
Miraculous blossom of things,
Light as a faint wreath of snow
Thou tremblest to fall in the wind;
Fall not nor wither away:
He is coming—he cannot be far—
The Lord of the flowers and the stars.”
That walkest the garden unseen!
Come hither, and bless, ere it dies,
The beautiful Flower of the World.”