“Như bông hoa nhỏ Bắc Cực...” “As if some little Arctic flower...”

“As if some little Arctic flower...”

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem –
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer –
To firmaments of sun –
To strange, bright crowds of flowers –
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in –
What then? Why, nothing, only
Your inference therefrom!