WOOD LILIES. 



THRO trellised roadway edges, 



And open woodland range, 

 By ruined walls and hedges, 



Laid low thro endless change, 

 They kindle sparks of being, 



Flame upward ever higher, 

 And break the moveless verdure 



With shifting lines of fire. 



The laden bee hums past them, 

 The wind sweeps idly by, 



And higher swells above them 

 A dome of sapphire sky ; 



Each broken arch of shadow 

 Lies strewn in fragments there, 



Each shaft of sunlight shivered 



Athwart the crystal air. 

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