FIVE beautiful lilies,—two in the charmOf perfected and glorious bloom,And three in the exquisite mysteryOf 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 armWas the curve of a sculptor's delight;—The dimple of joint and the fingers' light claspOn the fragrance embodied in white.
O tropical lily buds! Exquisite dust,So peerlessly blooming for me,I banish my sadness and bury my careAnd I bloom again—bloom unto thee!