FIVE beautiful lilies,—two in the charm Of perfected and glorious bloom, And three in the exquisite mystery Of a budded, immaculate gloom,—
Have come to me, fragrant with kindly regard, Through a hand that was daintily small, With pink in its tips and a prayer in its pose;— Fitting vase for the lily stem tall!
I marked its uplifting,—the curve of the arm Was the curve of a sculptor's delight;— The dimple of joint and the fingers' light clasp On the fragrance embodied in white.
O tropical lily buds! Exquisite dust, So peerlessly blooming for me, I banish my sadness and bury my care And I bloom again—bloom unto thee!
