Lily Of The Valley Poem by Mary Wismer

His left hand is under her head
and his right hand doth Embrace her.
And by the hinds of the field,
that ye stir not up, nor awake

The voice of love, He cometh
Leaping upon the Mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
Beloved spake and said,
Rise up, My love, my fair one.

Come away for the winter is past,
The rain in over and gone.
The Flowers appear on the earth:
The beautiful Lily of the Valley,
The time of the singing of birds is come.
And the light of the Lily Shine with her beauty and love.

27. December 2007