The rose is a mystery - where is it found?
Is it anything true? Does it grow upon ground?
It was made of earth's mould, but it went from men's eyes,
And its place is a secret and shut in the skies.
In the gardens of God, in the daylight divine,
Find me a place by thee, Mother of mine.
G. M. Hopkins: Rosa Mystica (14th century)
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