Grace Fallow Norton

I LONG for white lilies,

White roses and rest—

White raiment and silence,

Like a dove’s white breast.

Thy faun came too near me,

(Well loved I the dance)

My garland he blighted

With his ribald glance.

Thy faun danced too wildly,

His wreath was awry,

His pipe was discordant,

Too harsh was his cry.

I long for white raiment:

My garland so gay

I’ve plucked at in horror

And flung far away.

I long for white lilies,

I ask to be still.

Oh silence his singing!

Come, cover and kill!