Explore "A Dead Lily" by Madison Cawein on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ The South saluted her mouth / Till her breath was sweet with the South.
/ The North in her ear breathed low, / Till her veins ran crystal and snow.
/ The West 'neath her eyelids blew, / Till her heart beat honey and dew.
/ And the East with his magic old / Changed her body to pearl and gold.
/ And she stood like a beautiful thought / That a godhead of love had wrought.
/ How strange that the Power begot it / Only to kill it and rot it!