Here come those beautiful flowers again
And they bring into my heart the last drop of my tears
And more headache assured me in belief
A dear fever on some fair nights my patience has dreamed
The endurance shown spire and its strong relief
In those difficult, chosen times they in me claimed
The heavy, trouble dreams, scruple, dull and tamed
And all my tormented mind through the strange thing made believe
I look again, I see again by law of regularity
So strong, at least I know what it take to look and see
I look, I see and hear voices wise silent and tender
How shall I touch them now! They are a minute left
Beautiful, brilliant flowers that can open my heart.