Lady of Lilies

The Calla Lily, by Albert E.S. Smythe When the lofty peerless lily, Silver-browed and chastely chilly, Hides the dream on which she museth What a world the poet loseth! Lady of Lilies Witch Hat She is queenly on her stem,

Though she wear no diadem, And she knows she is a queen, Self-contained, self-ruled, serene; No supremacy requiring, No predominance desiring,

Owning such estate of beauty Reverence becomes a duty. Thus there dwells the stainless form Even fancy fails to warm With the dainty blossom-hues

Morning freshens with her dews.  photographs courtesy of Peter Ferioli