Mystery

L. Paine

You gave me roses, love, last night,

When the sea was blue and the skies were bright;

And the earth was aglow with a golden light

When you gave me roses, love, last night.

Lilies I lay by your side to-day, 5

And your face — it is colder and whiter than they;

And I linger and listen and wonder and pray,

As I bring you lilies to-day.