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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLEUR DE LIS, by GRACE EVELYN BROWN
First Line: A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold
Last Line: When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis.
Subject(s): Flowers; Sonnet (as Literary Form)
First Line: A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold
Last Line: When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis.
Subject(s): Flowers; Sonnet (as Literary Form)
A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold
In their curved petals, yellow charms which fill
Their velvet depth and overflowing spill
In streams that with God's own design are doled
Along their plumes as clinging lines of gold.
Here I find beauty of a hazy hill
All purple with a misty light to thrill
The lavender of dusk that nights enfold.
The sunrise of the ages swiftly flings
Through God's unchartered space and from that sea
Repeats a thousand moods, and here it brings
Its mystery and loveliness to me.
It forms an etched delight on captured wings,
When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis.
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