The flowers have tender little souls
That love, rejoice, aspire.
Each star that on its orbit rolls
Feels infinite desire.
The diamond longs to scintillate
When hid beneath the sod.
The universe is animate
With consciousness of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who else could think up a title such as this. Only this great poetess possibly could. Great writing on display, a treasure trove.