Love's Infinity

Dear lowly flower that liftest up Among the grass thy golden cup, I take thee from thy earthly bed And plant thee in my heart instead. Ye ocean waves that mount on high As emulous of the lofty sky, 'Tis in my breast ye onward sweep Which as the sea is wide and deep. Great sun, from thy supernal height On flower and wave who pourest light, My soul doth clasp thee in the skies, And thou in me dost set and rise. O thou I love, thy lips of fire Have waked an infinite desire, And unto all things as to thee Flames out the love that burns in me.