The Song of the Blossom
A flower, a flower, bright in the sun,
Rich in th’Embroidery of nature’s delight;
Each petal bright, a sparkling run,
In the rich tapestry of morning light.

What sorrows have I known, what burdens borne,
The wind doth murmur low and soft beside me,
Yet here, beneath the sky, reborn,
I dance, I sway, I hum blissfully.

The ruby hue, the sapphire blue,
Colors mingle, mixing sweet and sound,
In this graceful mission, I bid adieu,
To all things lost, to the earthly ground.

Rejoice, oh heart, in this fleeting time,
For in my scent, your grief will melt away;
Embrace the morn, the sunshine, the rhyme,
For life returns, in splendid display.

• Richard Crashaw