UPON the noontide’s perfect blue
There sleeps a perfect cloud;
The lily’s faultless form is hid
Within her leafy shroud.
The cloud lets fall her silver wing
And fades the perfect blue;
The lily’s form betrays a fault —
Alas, love! art thou true?
(Annie Adams Fields)
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