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    She stood among the lilies

      In sunset's brightest ray,

    Among the tall June lilies,

      As stately fair as they;

  And I, a boyish lover then,

  Looked once, and, lingering, looked again,

     And life began that day.

    She sat among the lilies,

      My sweet, all lily-pale;

    The summer lilies listened,

      I whispered low my tale.

  O golden anthers, breathing balm,

  O hush of peace, O twilight calm,

      Did you or I prevail?

    She lies among the lily-snows,

      Beneath the wintry sky;

    All round her and about her

      The buried lilies lie.

  They will awake at touch of Spring,

  And she, my fair and flower-like thing,

      In spring-time—by and by.