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XII. WATER-LILIES IN PULLWYKE BAY.
Shut close your ivory doors, the dews are near;Your hundred golden tongues from this gold day
Have tasted all the beauty that they may,
And sucked enough of sweetness from the mere;
For rest the perch with crimson rudders steer
Beneath your leafy isles, to whose soft sway
The dragon-fly, a length of rich inlay,
Trusts his blue jewel till the dawn appear.
Down the bright cords all day, to buds below,
Joy and the sun have gone to bid them blow;
With purest aspiration, high commands,
Their leaves float up, each silvery cup expands;
Night falls—these wait in patience for the morrow;
Pain comes—pure lilies blossom from our sorrow.
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