Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)
Kinship
A lily grew in the tangle, In a flame red garment dressed, And many a ruby spangle Besprinkled her tawny breast. And the silken moth sailed by her With a swift and a snow-white sail; Not a gilt-girt bee came nigh her, Nor a fly in his gay green mail. And the bronze-brown wings and the golden, O'er the billowing meadows blown, Were still as by magic holden From the lily that flamed alone; Till over the fragrant tangle A wanderer winging went, And with many a ruby spangle Were his tawny vans besprent. And he hovered one moment stilly O'er the thicket, her mazy bower, Then he sank to the heart of the lily, And they seemed but a single flower.
Helen Gray Cone’s other poems:
- The Story of the “Orient”
- The Ride to the Lady
- The Glorious Company
- The House of Hate
- The Arrowmaker
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):