Herbert Price - Flowers lyrics

Roses I saw, and poppies all alight With colours of the dawn, and rainbow hues Drawn from the sun and all the secret dews Distilled upon them from the brooding night, And delicate sweet-peas so purely dight They must have grown where icy winds refuse To blow, or haply where nuns dream and muse In holy meditation, out of sight Of the rough world;--flowers of moonlight sheen And golden hearts, and velvet pansies turned The room they stood in to a garden scene Of loveliness so exquisite, I yearned Through all my soul to be as chastely clean As these, and more my raptured eye discerned.