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 But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,
 No more curled state unfold,
  Translated to a vase of gold;
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 But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,
 No more curled state unfold,
  Translated to a vase of gold;
   In burning throne though they keep still
    Serenities unthawed and chill. 
 I wish I were the lily's leaf
 To fade upon that bosom warm,
  Content to wither, pale read more 
 I wish I were the lily's leaf
 To fade upon that bosom warm,
  Content to wither, pale and brief,
   The trophy of thy paler form. 
 Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,
 The lily wraps her silver vest,
  Till vernal suns and read more 
 Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,
 The lily wraps her silver vest,
  Till vernal suns and vernal gales
   Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast. 
 We are Lilies fair,
 The flower of virgin light;
  Nature held us forth, and said,
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 We are Lilies fair,
 The flower of virgin light;
  Nature held us forth, and said,
   "Lo! my thoughts of white."
   - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt), 
 "Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory
 Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours;
  How read more 
 "Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory
 Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours;
  How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory
   Are human flowers!" 
 Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
 Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
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 Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
 Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
  Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced! 
 And the stately lilies stand
 Fair in the silvery light,
  Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;
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 And the stately lilies stand
 Fair in the silvery light,
  Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;
   Their pure breath sanctifies the air,
    As its fragrance fills the night. 
 . . . Purple lilies Dante blew
 To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.  
 . . . Purple lilies Dante blew
 To a larger bubble with his prophet breath. 
 The lily is all in white, like a saint,
 And so is no mate for me.  
 The lily is all in white, like a saint,
 And so is no mate for me.