Burning by Edward A. Richards Lyrics

Burn, my eye, against this burning petal
And push, my hand, against the urgent stem
Though you will not divine the living metal
That holds the vigour and repose of them.

The sunny seed flames in the ground and reaches
Up the air; the seed of sun will glow
To gild the silver armour of the beeches
Or bleaching the apple into hanging snow.

But you may never be an inward lover
Nor pry beyond the velvet of the skin
The beach, the rose, the apple wear to cover
The coolness of their face, the fire within.