River Lily

The white lilyis perched on its neckthe river-lilydelicate as chalice,leans fronting all the currentamong the scattered vineson the plateau.The greater red liliespile on the mountainbut who would surrender for thesewho would surrender for theseone shoot of the white sort?Lilyyour hold is narrowon the edge of the plateau mountain,but you pass along the light—peace, a valley broken with its blaze.