Have You Seen the Bright Lily Grow Sting (Ft. Edin Karamazov)

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Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of snow
Before the soil has smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt of the bud of the brier
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh so white, Oh so soft, Oh so sweet is she
So sweet is she!

Oh so white, Oh so soft, Oh so sweet is she
So sweet is she!