A WATER LILY

By Edith Matilda Thomas

Did I behold the Lady of the Lake

Part the cool water with a slender hand?

And brought she for her loved knight errant's sake

Out of some liquid crypt the magic brand?

I dreamed it was the Lady of the Lake —

I did but dream! Again I looked, and knew

The water lily, white as winter's flake,

But with a heart all gold and fragrant dew.