I Have Seen a Flower

I have seen a flower,

and I want to know the tree--

though but a sparrow spun and turned to see.

In all the brightness to flit--

In the folded lace and wild to sit--

What song have I here?

What song has me hear?

Full from the earth, full to the sky,

no, not nest-- alight, adorn, a branch with rest--

the wide sky full risen, and this height gazing past west.

For every tree there is the sea--

though far, and far, and far and free--

though here only sweet in sap it be.

I have seen a flower,

and I want to know the tree.