Lily
A tender lily
Near translucent in the snow;
Near invisible
In the tugging wind blow.
How shall it stay
On such a cruel day,
Florid in May,
December in affray?
A tender lily
Translucent in the snow,
Heaven's pollen
In the wind blow:
It shall be
That of greatest delicacy
Shall withstand
The cruel hand
And flourish
In the barren land.