And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.


Poems (ed. 1862)


And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.