The Lily and the Rose [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in The Earthen Floor (1902).]


The Lily and the Rose.

Lo! a proud, white, languid Lily
In a city garden grows;
And, like mail-clad knight, beside her
Stand a tall, red-hearted Rose.

On her bosom cold the crimson
Of his burning heart is thrown;
On her bosom cold that knoweth
No red passion of its own.

In the green, sun-dowered Southland,
Where the painted fire-tree gleams,
Sleeps a shy, sweet, scented Lily.
Hid beside the singing streams.

Sleep and dreams she so; but ever,
Through her vision calleth clear
Some unknown, red-hearted lover,
Some impassioned Cavalier.

If the Rose but loved the Lily
That beside the river grows?
If the Lily of the garden
Did but love the crimson Rose?

E. J. Brady, The Earthen Floor, Grafton (N.S.W.): Grip Newspaper Co., 1902

Editor’s notes:
Cavalier = an attentive, gallant, or chivalrous man, especially one acting as an escort to a lady of high social standing (may also refer to: a supporter of King Charles I in the era of the English Civil War, a royalist; a horseman, especially a mounted soldier or cavalryman; someone who disregards, is dismissive of, or is inconsiderate of, the feelings or well-being of others)

Old spelling in the original text:
calleth (calls)
knoweth (knows)

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