Classic Poem

II. THE TIGER LILY .

E DITH'S throat of marble whiteness
Shamed the tiger lilies' brightness
Where they blazoned, fiery, flaming,
Their imperial rank proclaiming.
They were proud and passionate,
She was haughty, but sedate;
Heedless in her tranquil pride
Though neglected or belied;
But they courted admiration
And grew faint with emulation.
Thus for contrast Edith wore them
And a comely one she bore them.
They, all eager to be seen,
Curled their leaves with conscious mien;
Edith passed along, too proud
To regard the gazing crowd.