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THE WATERLILY
[Welland Tribune September 1905]
A fair young maiden chose to wed
A man both bent and old;
She did not love his silver hairs,
But loved his yellow gold.
But soon of silks and jewels tired,
And pining to be free,
She wept in silence all day long
Above her ‘broidery.
She left her necklace and rings
Beside her bridal gown,
But took a bag of heavy coin
To weigh her body down.
The moon was shining on the lake,
All black and still it spread–
With scarce a ripple in the reeds
It closed above her head.
But when the summer came again,
From oozy depths below,
Upon a cold and coiling stem
Arose a bud of snow.
Like waxen fingers reaching up
It opened and behold!
Revealed the lily’s creamy heart
Half full of gleaming gold.
–Minna Irving in September Lippincott’s
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