Pine, Rose and Fleur de Lis

by Susie Frances Harrison


 

FRAGMENT


 

A yellow moon shines
              On the inturned breast of Nuphar,
              She the golden river lily;
              On the wedding ring of the bride
              Glowing with love, adoring in happy pride;
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On the hair above the brows of innocent childhood;
On the rustling corn of far away in a meadow;
On the gleaming coin which fell in the shadow;
On the cloth of gold of a king;
On the tender midnight blossoming
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Of briar-bud to rose.

A wan white moon shines
              On a lily they took from the river,
              Larger and whiter than all the rest.
              Trampled and soiled is its delicate breast.

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              On the satin and snowy robe
She will wear on the morrow,
Who will loathe to be called a wife;
What sorrow is like to her sorrow?
On the stiffening, straggling gray-white locks
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Of the old man murdered;
On the pale ones who long for bread;
On the silver snake round the arm of a woman
Who longs in her soul to be dead;
On the shroud of a young new mother and babe;
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On the shedding of blossoms and tears
O’er the mound and the marble.