"I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the c…"

"And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white."

"And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover."

"Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly…"

"I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy pale…"

"And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanct…"

"Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour, Than yours, ye Lilie…"

"The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me."

"We are Lilies fair, The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said, "Lo! my thoughts of white.""

"Manibus date lilia plenis."