Who Knows
The Lily lifts to mine her nunlike face, But my wild heart is beating for the Rose; How can I pause to behold the Lily's grace? Shall I repent me by and by? Who knows?
—Louise Chandler Moulton.
The Lily lifts to mine her nunlike face, But my wild heart is beating for the Rose; How can I pause to behold the Lily's grace? Shall I repent me by and by? Who knows?
—Louise Chandler Moulton.