Once in a Still, Sequestered Place
The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)
Once in a still, sequestered placeWhere fell a shade, as of approaching death,A lily drooped upon its wounded stem.But, ah, how sweet its breath!
The shadow deepened into night,Life flows no longer in the lily's veins;But there where for a fragrant hour it bloomed,A perfume still remains!