Poems (Taylor)/Fallen

by Rachel Annand Taylor

FALLEN

I.

The leaves of the lilies are lying Low on the soiling ways,And the lover-winds denying With moans their early praise, With tears their early praise,  O hide their shame  From the morning flame!—

God gathers allAt the evenfall.

II.

The leaves of the soul are lying Stained in the underwood, And the winds o' the world decrying Their lost sweet maidenhood, Their dreamy maidenhood.  Hide them away  From the sun-lit day!—

God gathers allAt the evenfall.