Explore "Songs of Angus: THE SCARLET LILIES" by Violet Jacob on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I see her as though she were standing yet / In her tower at the end of the town, / When the hot sun mounts and when dusk comes down, / With her two hands laid on the parapet; / The curve of her throat as she turns this way, / The bend of her body -- I see it all; / And the watching eyes that look day by day / O'er the flood that runs by the city wall.
The winds by the river would come and go / On the flame-red gown she was wont to wear, / And the scarlet lilies that crowned her hair, / And the scarlet lilies that grew below. / I used to lie like a wolf in his lair, / With a burning heart and a soul in thrall, / Gazing across in a fume of despair / O'er the flood that runs by the river wall.