The slender water-lily Peeps dreamingly out of the lake; The moon, oppressd with loves sorrow, Looks tenderly down for her sake. HeineBook of Songs. New Spring. No. 15. St. 1.
Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved suns awake. MooreLalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
Broad water-lilies lay tremulously, And starry river-buds glimmered by, And around them the soft stream did glide and dance With a motion of sweet sound and radiance. ShelleyThe Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake; So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom, and be lost in me. TennysonThe Princess. VII. L. 171.
Rapaciously we gathered flowery spoils From land and water; lilies of each hue, Golden and white, that float upon the waves, And court the wind. WordsworthThe Excursion. Bk. IX. L. 540.