I did not pray Him to lay bare
The mystery to me,
Enough the rose was Heaven to smell,
And His own face to see.


Poems (ed. 1931)


I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.

I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.

I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.

I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.