VIEW us, white-robed lilies,
We whose beauty's rareness
Sleeps until the bridegroom sun
Woos our virgin fairness.
Then, our bosoms baring,
'Neath his ardent kisses,
Stem, and leaf, and delicate heart
Trembling into blisses,
The full, fervid godhead
Thrills our being tender,
And our happy souls expand
In ecstatic splendor.
Thus all, all we yield him
Of our shrinèd sweetness,--
All that maiden warmth may grant
To true love's completeness,
