The Romance of a Weater-Lily. 135

 

He shook himself angrily, for he thought that he
had been asleep, but one of the dead lilies that he
had plucked had caught in the rushes and lay faded
beneath his hand, and upon the bosom of the stream
hard by another living one floated, white and gay,
and in her heart lay one drop of water that glistened
brighter than the moonlight.