Littell's Living Age/Volume 130/Issue 1681/The Lily of the Valley

by Hattie A. Feuling

THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.

She lifts to-day her fairy bells
⁠For balmy winds to sway,
And round her cells the brown bee tells
⁠The music of the May.
She treasures in her snowy cup
⁠The sunbeam's golden light,
And brims the dainty chalice up
⁠With starry pearls of night.
She calls my heart as in a trance
⁠To years long passed away;
I feel once more the gentle glance
⁠That lit my life's young day.
O blooms so sweet, the blooms she wore —
⁠And she as fair as they! —
Your spell can give my heart no more
⁠The lily of its May!

Hattie A. Feuling.⁠

⁠N. Y. Evening Post.