DAY-LILIES.
O SUMMER day,
Delay! delay!
One waving of thy brooding wing,
One stirring of thy hazy wing,
And noontide light and heat
Will find my dewy shadow-lair,
And burn the coolness from the grasses
That swathe my feet
In rank and billowy masses;
And to this claustral twilight bring
The sun's profanest glare.
Delay! delay!
One waving of thy brooding wing,
One stirring of thy hazy wing,
And noontide light and heat
Will find my dewy shadow-lair,
And burn the coolness from the grasses
That swathe my feet
In rank and billowy masses;
And to this claustral twilight bring
The sun's profanest glare.
O summer day,
Delay! delay!
Let naked hill and bare brown field
Parch in thy torrid ray,
So this dim nook be unrevealed,
Where I,
Deliciously concealed,
Among the lilies lie.
The delicate Day-lilies!
The white and wonderful lilies !
My dark green haunt so still is
Delay! delay!
Let naked hill and bare brown field
Parch in thy torrid ray,
So this dim nook be unrevealed,
Where I,
Deliciously concealed,
Among the lilies lie.
The delicate Day-lilies!
The white and wonderful lilies !
My dark green haunt so still is
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