Music: Elizabeth Maconchy
Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow
Before the soil hath smucht it.
Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swansdown ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the briar
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet,
So sweet is she!