Impossibilities to His Friend

My faithful friend, if you can seeThe fruit to grow up, or the tree;If you can see the colour comeInto the blushing pear or plum;If you can see the water growTo cakes of ice or flakes of snow;If you can see that drop of rainLost in the wild sea once again;If you can see how dreams do creepInto the brain by easy sleep:Then there is hope that you may seeHer love me once who now hates me.