Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman




Wood Lily, Wood Lily in the sweet fern,
Bright as a flame in the forest you burn.

Gleam in the solitude, flash from afar,
Signal of joy for the traveller you are.

Delicate Wood Lily in the deep shade,


In Orient scarlet for joyance arrayed,

Staying our hearts at the turn of the year,
Straying from Paradise, how came you here?

Wood Lily, Wood Lily, what must he bring
Who would love you forever without book or ring?


A heart that is tender, a mind that is free,
A hand that is gentle? Oh, say I am he!