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[[crossed-out]] TWILIGHT [[/crossed-out]]
The Water Lily -
Down where the alders tremble,
By the shimmer and glint of the stream;
I watched a lily [[crossed-out]] slow rearing [[/crossed-out]] awaking,
[[crossed-out]] Herself [[/crossed-out]] slow from a stately dream.

I bathed my soul in her beauty-
Fair as [[crossed-out]] some [[/crossed-out]] a queen of old-
Clad in a spotless raiment,
Crowned with a crown of gold.

But lo[[crossed-out]]w[[/crossed-out]], when the shadows deepened, 
Under the fading light,
She gathered her petals about her,
And veiled her heart from the night.

And the stars grew weary with watching,
And the night-wind sighed o'er the place,
But no more to my spirit was given
That vision of beauty and (grace.) ?

Down where the alders tremble,
By the shimmer and glint of the stream,
I wait till my lily shall know me
And [[crossed-out]]a[[/crossed-out]]wake from her stately dream.