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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By John BanisterTabb

949 The Water-Lily

WHENCE, O fragrant form of light,

Hast thou drifted through the night,

Swanlike, to a leafy nest,

On the restless waves, at rest?

Art thou from the snowy zone

Of a mountain-summit blown,

Or the blossom of a dream,

Fashioned in the foamy stream?

Nay,—methinks the maiden moon,

When the daylight came too soon,

Fleeting from her bath to hide,

Left her garment in the tide.