Poems (Osgood)/The Lily's Delusion

by Frances Sargent Osgood

THE LILY'S DELUSION.

A cold, calm star look'd out of heaven,
 And smiled upon a tranquil lake,
Where, pure as angel's dream at even,
 A Lily lay but half awake.

The flower felt that fatal smile
 And lowlier bow'd her conscious head;
"Why does he gaze on me the while!"
 The light, deluded Lily said.

Poor dreaming flower!—too soon beguiled,
 She cast nor thought nor look elsewhere,
Else she had known the star but smiled
 To see himself reflected there.