And now my turn had come—O me!
What wisdom was mine that second!
I dropped on the adorer’s knee;
To that sweet figure I beckoned.
XXVI
Save me! save me! for now I know
The powers that Nature gave me,
And the value of honest love I know:—
My village lily! save me!
XXVII
Come ’twixt me and the sisterhood,
While the passion-born phantoms are fleeing!
Oh, he that is true to flesh and blood
Is true to his own being!
XXVIII
And he that is false to flesh and blood
Is false to the star within him:
And the mad and hungry sisterhood
All under the tides shall win him!
XXIX
My village lily! save me! save!
For strength is with the holy:—
Already I shuddered to feel the wave,
As I kept sinking slowly:—