A cloud of water-lilies Beneath an evening star, As pallid and as perfect As faces sometimes are. As pallid and as perfect, And yet, alas, I know, O lilies and O faces, The bitterness below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |