I wish I were the lily's leaf
To fade upon that bosom warm,
Content to wither, pale and brief,
The trophy of thy paler form.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
~ Felicia D. Hemans
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew
Shut in a lily's golden core.