Comment by GT on January 24, 2010 at 10:57pm

white water lily.

'When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window
Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams,
Beautiful she looks, like a white water-lily
Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams.
When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle
In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May,
Beautiful she looks, like a tall garden-lily
Pure from the night, and splendid for the day.'

From 'Love in the Valley' by George Meredith (1828 – 1909)

Comment by Shine on January 24, 2010 at 11:26pm

Thanks, Jeff! And I love the poem, GT. This was taken right out front of my office; there is a tiny fish pond filled goldfish and lilies every spring.

I'm going to see if Meredith is in any of my poetry anthologies; I love being introduced to new poets! :)

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