MORBIDEZZA.WHITE girl, your flesh is liliesGrown ’neath a frozen moon,So still isThe rapture of your swoonOf whiteness, snow or lilies.The virginal revealment,Your bosom’s wavering slope,Concealment,’Neath fainting heliotrope,Of whitest white’s revealment,Is like a bed of lilies,A jealous-guarded row,Whose will isSimply chaste dreams:—but oh,The alluring scent of lilies!
WHITE girl, your flesh is liliesGrown ’neath a frozen moon,So still isThe rapture of your swoonOf whiteness, snow or lilies.
The virginal revealment,Your bosom’s wavering slope,Concealment,’Neath fainting heliotrope,Of whitest white’s revealment,
Is like a bed of lilies,A jealous-guarded row,Whose will isSimply chaste dreams:—but oh,The alluring scent of lilies!