Poems about lily
Tell Him It Does
his merit all my fear
it struck me every day
thee then no me
he'll sigh "the other she is where?
"
tell him it wasn't a practised writer
it was dying then
a beggar here and there
the lingering and the stain i mean
a doubt if it be fair indeed
as dying say it does
it will be ample time for me
the lily waiting to be wed
patient upon the steps until then
death doubts it argues from the ground
the bird would not arise