THE LILY’S DELUSION. 
A cold, calm star looked out of Heaven, 
And smiled upon a tranquil lake, 
Where, pure as cloistered nun at even, 
A Lily lay but half awake. 
The flower felt that fatal smile, 
And lowlier bowed her conscious head; 
“Why does he gaze on me the while?” 
The light-deluded Lily said. 
Poor dreaming flower!—too soon beguiled— 
She cast nor thought nor look elsewhere, 
Else she had seen the star but smiled— 
To see himself reflected there. 
F. S. 0. 
