Neath the azure crystal bell
Of my listless melancholy
All my formless sorrows wholly
Sink to rest, and all is well;
Symbols all, the plans entwine:
Water lilies, flowers of pleasure,
Palms desirous, slow with leisure,
Frigid mosses, pliant bine.
'Mid them all a lily only,
Pale and fragile and unbending,
Imperceptibly ascending
In that place of leafage lonely,
Like a moon the prisoned air
Fills with glimmering light wherethro'
Rises to the crystal blue,
White and mystical, its prayer.