In neglect of myself
In neglect of myself
I seek with hope
And search and search the blooms
In heaps of sand and stones.
I wish to give you
Lilies,
With tenderness
Of my heart;
Even lilies do
Concede.
My faithful gentle love.
They keep
Fresh as ever
For me to present
As treasures of my fancy
To you and you alone.
When winds show the passion
They toss them to and fro,
In painful ruthless fashion
Till I pluck and move away.
In tranquil cool darkness
They keep a silent watch
While I see the love’s dreams
And scented fragrances come to me.
As I wake up
They plead to part my company
To go to my loved to enjoy a cozy heart.
And with a fragrant smile
They bid me good bye.
