If it were

Had that very flower bloomed that had not bloomed ever,
Had it sprinkled the fragrance  in all and all over.
Had there been such  a drift of garland wreathed in words that could touch my heart up and could merge with joyful stream where lies no barrier.
Had it fascinated and propelled my mind to the Utopian heaven in a naught somewhere,
Hey; had there been a supreme abode, my mind would have abided there, would have abided there.