To a Flower

Thou wondrous bud of nature’s art,
So sweetly wrought in silken hues;
An agile joy that takes my heart
And wakes the soul, its shades to choose.

When in the garden, there thou art,
Thy beauty whispers, soft and clear;
What secrets dost thou desire to part
With all who wander near to hear.

I bow before thy priceless grace,
As dreams arise like sways of time;
A gentle touch, thy light embrace,
Entwines my spirit with thy rhyme.

• John Davies