WATER LILIES
Lilies opening without warning,
Lilies blown this blessed morning,
Scented with the wild night dew,
Drenched with sunshine, through and through;—
Dreams of places where they grow,
Nestle in their hearts, I know.
Lilies blown this blessed morning,
Scented with the wild night dew,
Drenched with sunshine, through and through;—
Dreams of places where they grow,
Nestle in their hearts, I know.
Silent-pools, along whose edges,
Droop the flag flowers, bend the sedges,
Dear companions of their pleasure,
Anchored in eternal leisure,—
Pools, where stars look down and smile
On my lilies, mile on mile.
Droop the flag flowers, bend the sedges,
Dear companions of their pleasure,
Anchored in eternal leisure,—
Pools, where stars look down and smile
On my lilies, mile on mile.
There, the echoes haunt the rushes,—
Ghosts of sound, misleading thrushes,
With a hundred mellow gushes;—
There, the pink azalea flushes,—
In their hearts my lilies keep,
All these memories, safe asleep.
Ghosts of sound, misleading thrushes,
With a hundred mellow gushes;—
There, the pink azalea flushes,—
In their hearts my lilies keep,
All these memories, safe asleep.