Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Once in a Still, Sequestered Place
ONCE IN A STILL, SEQUESTERED PLACE
ONCE in a still, sequestered place
Where fell a shade, as of approaching death,
A lily drooped upon its wounded stem.
But, ah, how sweet its breath!
The shadow deepened into night,
Life flows no longer in the lily's veins;
But there where for a fragrant hour it bloomed,
A perfume still remains!