Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Swamp LiliesJosephine Pinckney
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A stretch of cloistered wood thick-spread with green,
Where wet wild lilies grew on every side,
Streaming away—an immobile white tide.
Not as the sun that bursts upon our eyes
At morning, making glory of the skies,
But like the slow, pervading evening light
They filled the eye—a world of silvery white
Withdrawn and exquisite, as from the sod
They breathed the still inviolateness of God.