I think of a flower that no eye ever has seen,
That springs in a solitary air.
Is it no one's joy? It is beautiful as a queen
Without a kingdom's care.
We have built houses for Beauty, and costly shrines,
And a throne in all men's view:
But she was far on a hill where the morning shines
And her steps were lost in the dew.
More verses by Robert Laurence Binyon
- Because Thou Art Nearest
- Before Sleep Comes
- Before The Dawn
- Between The Mountains And The Plain