English poem
White Iris
by Bliss Carman
White Iris was a princess In a kingdom long ago, Mysterious as moonlight And silent as the snow.
She drew the world in wonder And swayed it with desire, Ere Babylon was builded Or a stone laid in Tyre.
Yet here within my garden Her loveliness appears, Undimmed by any sorrow Of all the tragic years.
How kind that earth should treasure So beautiful a thing— All mystical enchantment, To stir our hearts in spring!