I can only say that it suggested an anemone, was of a pale rose-hue, and had a golden heart.
"That is a prayer-flower," said the raven.
"I never saw such a flower before!" I rejoined.
"There is no other such.

Not one prayer-flower is ever quite like another," he returned.
"How do you know it a prayer-flower ?" I asked.
"By the expression of it," he answered.

"More than that I cannot tell you.

If you know it, you know it; if you do not, you do not." "Could you not teach me to know a prayer-flower when I see it ?" I said.
"I could not.

But if I could, what better would you be?
you would not know it of YOURSELF and ITself! Why know the name of a thing when the thing itself you do not know?
Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes?
But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool of you that you will know yourself for one, and so begin to be wise!" But I did see that the flower was different from any flower I had ever seen before; therefore I knew that I must be seeing a shadow of the prayer in it; and a great awe came over me to think of the heart listening to the flower..