Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. The bird becomes a dancing flame In leaf and bower. The forest trembles ; loves reclaim Their own still hour. So are the stars moved ; so the night Puts off her robe. So to his music breaks the light O’er the pale globe. The dawn is here, and on the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, : Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white.and clean. “There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. 195°