SPIRE

Atop a blooming spire I reigned,

Spring's verdant spreads surveyed;

'neath faerie skies with sisters fair

to vernal music swayed.

Alas, dull clouds my course presaged,

'pon dark earth now I lie;

tho’ fruiting's gift I am denied,

I would live, ere I die.

'Neath blossom'd canopy I rest,

my eyes the Sun's arc trace;

erelong shall hallowed gilded rays

my path to Heaven grace.

My gaze 'pon lilys' nimbus falls -

their mists the glade perfuse;

a silver spear of crane flies trails

to sedges’ fir’lit hues.

O'er breezes’ sun-kissed notes he glides

'pon pallid gauzy wings,

oft tarries, sudden darts as tho,

cast forth from faery slings.

As car’vels fey would I a spell

o'er scented flurries sail;

my sparkle wanes as evening falls,

at dawn shall my breath fail.

A starling trills, his joyful song

the violet air pervades;

the gloaming now betimes descends,

my heady fragrance fades.

A breeze my drooping form revives,

restoring vapours show'rs,

the Moon’s soft rills 'pon Earth cascade,

with pearl tint fallen flow'rs.

The woodsman's homeward path we deck

with wimpling streams of light;

our flames, tho’ swift their brightness ebbs,

the swells of darkness smite.

Our kin this earthly service done,

shall life’s sweet tides abate,

my torment cease, my petals droop,

eternal sleep await.

Of white walks thro' the clouds I dream,

of dewy swathes on high,

Anon shall yon azure bells chime,

leagued with dawn's gentle eye.

Thro’ waves celestial I shall drift

o'er morning's crimson beams,

atop a Golden Spire to rest,

if this He fitting deems.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source: kaifineart.com
Artist: John William Godward