Songs of the Common Day, and Ave!

An Ode for the Shelley Centenary

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

THE LILY OF THE VALLEY


 

DID Winter, letting fall in vain regret
     A tear among the tender leaves of May,
Embalm the tribute, lest she might forget,
     In this elect, imperishable way?

Or did the virgin Spring sweet vigil keep

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     In the white radiance of the midnight hour,
And whisper to the unwondering ear of Sleep
     Some shy desire that turned into a flower?