WATER LILIES
Reading edition
A fleet of fairy vessels All freighted with pure gold, The lilies lie at anchor On the lake’s breast, calm and cold. Their soft, white sails, seem waiting The zephyr’s first faint kiss To waft them to another world, More bright and fair than this. Methinks, it were no marvel, If I should find, one day, They’d drifted from their moorings, And in silence sailed away.