Lily-of-the-Valley

And in his left he held a basket fullThan Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.

— Lily-of-the-Valley

Where scattered wild the Lily of the ValeIts balmy essence breathes.

— Lily-of-the-Valley

And leaves of that shy plant,Her pensive beauty; from the breeze her sweets.

— Lily-of-the-Valley

The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun.

— Lily-of-the-Valley

White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow.

— Lily-of-the-Valley

And the Naiad-like lily of the vale,Through their pavilions of tender green.

— Lily-of-the-Valley