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Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)
e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007
How to cite this e-Edition
of Grove's The DIRGE
XIX. "I grow a sacred lily..."[1]
by
Frederick Philip Grove
I grow a sacred lily on
my desk
And watch it, as it grows, from day to day
And think of you who, cold and statuesque
Yet beautyful, within your coffin lay.
This lily grows and dies and grows again.
Do not the ancients tell a touching tale
Of one who went below, a buried grain,
And rose in spring, the Daughter of the Vale,
Leaving the god, her husband, king of shades,
To gladden human hearts with gifts of fruit.
All know the lot of beauty: that it fades;
Let me accept that story which they bruit,
If but for moments and as but a dream!
Then may the care with which the lily's growth
I daily watch and tend to me still seem
A living bond of love which links us both.
In Memoriam 15/19 |
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Grove, Frederick Philip. POEMS:
In Memoriam Phyllis May Grove. THE DIRGE (IM15,1-33).
e-Edition, Gaby Divay. Winnipeg: UM Archives & Special
Collections, ©2007.
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