Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

A Water Lily

    Did I behold the Lady of the Lake
      Part the cool water with a slender hand?
    And brought she for her loved knight errant's sake
      Out of some liquid crypt the magic brand?

    I dreamed it was the Lady of the Lake--
      I did but dream! Again I looked, and knew
    The water lily, white as winter's flake,
      But with a heart all gold and fragrant dew.

1. The Procession of the Kings
2. The Birds on the Christmas Sheaf
3. “I Ought to Mustn't”
4. A Vain Regret
5. A Question of Spelling

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