Katharine Lee Bates - "Short Day and Long Remembrance" II lyrics

There is a life outwearing even grief. Our shining lily, of the sunbeams fain, Smit by a sudden vehemence of rain Is dashed to earth with ruined cup and leaf; But d**h, her troubler, holds his mortal fief Of Love the overlord, whose meads retain A perfume sweeter for the bruise and stain, Abiding fragrance of a blossom brief. Transplanted, be it so, to gardens bright, Where drooping lilies, sprent with honey-dew, By angel touches wax more dazzling white Than eye conceives beneath this baffling blue, At least remains to us of shadowed sight Thy folding effluence of fair and true.