For works with similar titles, see The Lilies.
THE LILIES
Ever the garden has a spiritual word:In the slow lapses of unnoticed timeIt drops from heaven, or upward learns to climb,Breathing an earthly sweetness, as a birdIs in the porches of the morning heard;So, in the garden, flower to flower will chime,And with the music thought and feeling rhyme,And the hushed soul is with new glory stirred.
Beauty is silent,—through the summer daySleeps in her gold,—O wondrous sunlit gold,Frosting the lilies' virginal array!Green, full-leaved walls the fragrant sculpture hold,Warm, orient blooms!—how motionless are they—Speechless—the eternal loveliness untold!