Hurricane lilies

And the stately lilies stand
Fair in the silvery light,
Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;
Their pure breath sanctifies the air,
As its fragrance fills the night.

~ Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr, A Red Rose

And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant (pt. I)

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