by: Celia Thaxter (1835-1894)
POEMS BY CELIA THAXTER
- HE lilies clustered fair and tall;
- I stood outside the garden wall;
- I saw her light robe glimmering through
- The fragrant evening's dusk and dew.
- She stopped above the lilies pale;
- Up the clear east the moon did sail;
- I saw her bend her lovely head
- O'er her rich roses blushing red.
- Her slender hand the flowers caressed,
- Her touch the unconscious blossoms blessed;
- The rose against her perfumed palm
- Leaned its soft cheek in blissful calm.
- I would have given my soul to be
- That rose she touched so tenderly!
- I stood alone, outside the gate,
- And knew that life was desolate.