THE DELPHINIUM 
When God made you, He must have stood 
In silent, meditative mood 
An aeon or eternity, 
Pond'ring spring-delights to be; 
And all the blueness of His eyes 
Came streaming through the sun-lit skies, 
And He made you; but first He stood 
An age in some sweet mystic mood: 
And wandering the garden through, 
I came upon your bed of blue, 
I saw you through the bamboo trees— 
And oh, the world was filled with peace, 
And deep sweet blueness—and I knew 
God's secret thoughts when He made you. 
