Lily and Lad's Love

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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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.