I LIKE not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red, or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow. For they are tall and slender; Their mouths are dashed with carmine; And when the wind sweeps by them, On their emerald stalks They bend so proud and graceful -- They are Circassian women, The favorites of the Sultan, Adown our garden walks! And when the rain is falling, I sit beside the window And watch them glow and glisten, How they burn and glow! O for the burning lilies, The tender Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN L'OISEAU BLEU (AFTER CHARLES CONDER) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TAKE IT FROM FATHER by BERTON BRALEY ELEGY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A SEPTEMBER BIRTHDAY IN BRITTANY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE BUSTS OF GOETHE AND SCHILLER IN WALHALLA by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION |