Full Lyrics
I seek for thee in every flower
The tawny wild bee knows,
In meadow lone or forest bower
Or where the river flows;
In all a thought of thee I find,
In all thy beauty trace:
Some image of thy gentle mind,
Some vision of thy face.
I seek for thee in every flower
That gems the field or glade,
With lustre for the brightest hour,
With gladness for the shade:
So with the bee by rippling streams
And silent woods I rove,
And gather there the sweetest dreams
To hive my heart with love.
