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 hath smutched it Have you felt the wool of beaver Or swan's down ever Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier Or the nard in the fire Or have tasted the bag of the bee O so white O so soft O so sweet is she so sweet is she <♪> O so white O so soft O so sweet is she so sweet is she