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