Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
A Tiger-LilyEdgar Fawcett (18471904)
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The sculpturesque repose can still endure
Of that celestial lily, wrought so pure
It lives as chastity’s white type this hour!
By what mysterious art, what baleful power,
Did you, Diana of all blooms, allure
From Nature’s mood this Mænad vestiture,
And mock with gaudy tints your taintless dower?
Of Asian lands a wearied tiger stole
Where you, in pale bud, felt your first dews cling;
And while he slept beneath you, it befell
That all his deadly beauty pierced your soul
And made you this fantastic sultry thing!