  Flower in the garden, Wholly itself and free, Yearning and joyous, Breathing its charm To the passer-by On the sighing air— Beloved flower! Flower desired for something beyond Itself as a flower; Giving the promise of ecstasy Beyond its own being, Its place in the garden— A shadowed flame Of an absolute! Flower that I have taken From its place in the garden To realize the ultimate Beauty; Flower in the vase at my side, Breathing a sweeter life Into the air I breathe, A spirit that makes me faint, Sorrowful with a strange languor. Flower no less beautiful, But revealing an essence That changes my flower. O, my flower that is with me but lost, Lost in the disclosure of other hues, Other scents! Flower of passion, flower of love, Flower that I have won and lost, Mystical flower! |
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