I. THE leaves of the lilies are lying Low on the soiling ways, And the lover-winds denying With moans their early praise, With tears their early praise, O hide their shame From the morning flame! God gathers all At the evenfall. II. The leaves of the soul are lying Stained in the underwood, And the winds o' the world decrying Their lost sweet maidenhood, Their dreamy maidenhood. Hide them away From the sun-lit day! God gathers all At the evenfall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SUNKEN GARDENS by ADA VAN LOON BRANDOW |