Oh Irish lily, tall and white,
Among green tangled southernwood,
Your folded flower of maidenhood
Folds closer up from touches light
Of idle fingers. Sweet, the night
Is coming when no work is good:
Will you stand aye in alien mood
Here at the edges of the fight?
Oh, good to bloom here in your wood,
You shall live longer being unworn
On some man's breast: but life's forlorn
When life is lonely: winds are rude,
But some rough wind might change to sweet
Among the lad's love at your feet.
I am busy working to bring Nora Hopper Chesson's "Lily and Lad's Love" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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