I think of a flower that no eye ever has seen, <br />That springs in a solitary air. <br />Is it no one's joy? It is beautiful as a queen <br />Without a kingdom's care. <br /> <br />We have built houses for Beauty, and costly shrines, <br />And a throne in all men's view: <br />But she was far on a hill where the morning shines <br />And her steps were lost in the dew.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-261/
