Poems (Taylor)/Fallen
FALLEN
I.
The leaves of the lilies are lying
Low on the soiling ways,
And the lover-winds denying
With moans their early praise,
With tears their early praise,
O hide their shame
From the morning flame!—
Low on the soiling ways,
And the lover-winds denying
With moans their early praise,
With tears their early praise,
O hide their shame
From the morning flame!—
God gathers all
At the evenfall.
At the evenfall.
II.
The leaves of the soul are lying
Stained in the underwood,
And the winds o' the world decrying
Their lost sweet maidenhood,
Their dreamy maidenhood.
Hide them away
From the sun-lit day!—
Stained in the underwood,
And the winds o' the world decrying
Their lost sweet maidenhood,
Their dreamy maidenhood.
Hide them away
From the sun-lit day!—
God gathers all
At the evenfall.
At the evenfall.