English poem
A Water Lily
by Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)
Did I behold the Lady of the Lake Part the cool water with a slender hand? And brought she for her loved knight errant's sake Out of some liquid crypt the magic brand?
I dreamed it was the Lady of the Lake-- I did but dream! Again I looked, and knew The water lily, white as winter's flake, But with a heart all gold and fragrant dew.