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A lotus Lily laid upon the waters , On the clear shadow that the white leaves shed Beneath its floating—a shadow like deep love ' s , That darkeneth the eye e ' en with the soft reflex Of the full flower upon life ' s ocean tide . And that fair flower was gathered to my grief , For it had grown a thing breathing glad days , Which it was poetry to gaze upon , In the pure beauty claiming kindred With sweetest thoughts of our humanity , Opening with morning till its crowned heart
Lay visible ;—even as one blessed day The hearts of them that love shall be more known , And their exceeding beauty dwell unhurt Of ignorance and scorn , on Heaven ' s earth , Like this pure Lily in the morning hours . At even hour it closed , all folded in ,
Like a pale lady in her robes to rest ; And they that gather'd it gave it to me . So in a white sea-shell I bathed its leaves , Loving it pityingly . Once more it closed On the dim twilight ' s coming , and I thought I ne ' er should see its gloried heart again . 'Twas very mournful to me—a real sadness—A strange grief—as I felt all unforgiven
Of the sweet spirits of those so fair flowers , For that enclosing death . But ' twas not dead ; For it died not so gently—and I saw The bright heart that the dying leaves laid bare , Turn dark and dead and desolate ! O then ,
Again , I turned me to that human heart , Which is the fountain spring * of all my song , And wept for all the sorrow there hath been . O ' tis the heart-death which is terrible , The change come o ' er the spirit that was bright ! When sweet things die most lovely , ' tis not sad With sorrow that approacheth this chill grief . While love doth keep its golden heart , what is ' t That men with their wild words send it to rest ,
Beneath the foldings of the leaves of death , Till sweeter morning's rise up o ' er the sea ? But ye that tear the flowers from the heart , And hold them in your bondage , look ye here , And pray and weep with agony—if so Ye may become as children at the last , Worthy to smile upon sweet things again , Pauline .
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THE WATER LILY .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1836, page 553, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2661/page/29/
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