O most noble greenness
You whose roots are in the sun
And who shine in the clear serenity
Of a sphere,
No earthly eminence
Can comprehend you.
Enfolded in the clasp
Of mysteries divine.
You blush like the dawn
You burn like a flame of the sun.
You whose roots are in the sun
And who shine in the clear serenity
Of a sphere,
No earthly eminence
Can comprehend you.
Enfolded in the clasp
Of mysteries divine.
You blush like the dawn
You burn like a flame of the sun.