I found that Lily’s bloom 
When the day was dark and chill: 
It smiled, like a star in the misty gloom, 
And it sent abroad a soft perfume, 
Which is floating around me still. 
I sat by the Lily’s bell, 
And watched it many a day:— 
The leaves, that rose in a flowing swell, 
Grew faint and dim, then drooped and fell, 
And the flower had flown away. 
I looked where the leaves were laid 
In withering paleness, by, 
And, as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said, 
There is many a sweet and blooming maid, 
Who will soon as dimly die. 
