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Poem: The Lent Lily by A. E. Houseman

The Lent Lily

‘Tis spring; come out to ramble  
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble  
About the hollow ground  
The primroses are found.

And there’s the windflower chilly  
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily  
That has not long to stay  
And dies on Easter day.

And since till girls go maying  
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing  
With every wind at will,  
But not the daffodil.

Bring baskets now, and sally  
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley  
The daffodil away  
That dies on Easter day.

A. E. Houseman