Swift like the tongues of lilies.
Striped Amaryllis
Thrusting out of cloven basalt.
Amber and chalcedony.
And the snapping of sand
On rocks
Glazed by the wind.
Because I show a guarded face
To all the world but one or two,
And in my heart's most secret place
Consider lilies, why should you
Whose roses grow in common ground
Profane the cloister I have found?
To-day I played with flowers,
The yellow, yellow daisies.
The rainbow morning-glories
And lilies pale and grand.
They held their dainty skirts out,
They bowed among the grasses,
And danced a tilting minuet
Shadowy hand in hand.