Lily of the Valley

A succoring dew around your hearth lays
To water your carefree, idle days
On your beauty sunspilt beams gaze
A nurtured value to appraise
In the availing breeze your mast sways
Gallantly swaggering in the afternoon haze
Your gilded petals a coiffed maze
Snowy dander your dainty folds does glaze
A fragrant perfume distilled in fertile phase
Doting bees on your succulent nectar do graze