THE CHARMER

As roses my lays breathe perfume,

as charms they waken fields and plains;

to Earth they fall, light as a plume,

her spreads warm till no frost remains.

To beauteous Gaea blithe I chant,

my hymns and paeans bless the air;

a goddess fair her boon did grant,

the name of Brizo now I bear.

Nor kith nor kin know whence I came,

nor whither I would aim to go;

Spring’s streams I trace with dawn aflame

to fields where pearl-kissed lilies grow.

'Mid nacred blossoms was I found,

with milky buds 'pon infant brow;

a shepherd did my words astound -

this orphan lisped an arcane vow.

‘Tis said of Aoede I spoke,

the Muse my voice with silver touched;

with praise of her one morn I woke,

her laurel in wee fingers clutched.

Sole blooms for ornament I take,

my garb I weave of threads sapphir',

for naught would I my one troth break,

my life I pledged this sacred lyr'.

These strings with love and art I drew,

their strains ring dulcet, gay and warm;

from boughs that life and death construe

I carved its matchless arch-ed form.

My gladsome airs hail man and beast,

as tales of winds and trees I tell;

E’en leaves thrum to my tuneful feast

as birds their praise enchanted spell.

My song bids all serene disport,

‘pon Nature’s path anew begin;

to this I troubled souls exhort,

their harmony to seek within.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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'The Charmer'

Artist: John William Waterhouse