Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

A Calendar Of Sonnets: July - Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;
The white heat pales the skies from side to side;
But in still lakes and rivers, cool, content,
Like starry blooms on a new firmament,
White lilies float and regally abide.
In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed;
The lily does not feel their brazen glare.
In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share
Their dews, the lily feels no thirst, no dread.
Unharmed she lifts her queenly face and head;
She drinks of living waters and keeps fair.


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  • Gold Star - 5,686 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/28/2014 6:47:00 PM)

    July is my birth month and I can see the water lilies and the Jasmine in bloom... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Kimberly Kastner (11/14/2006 6:34:00 PM)

    How wonderful-a poem about my birth month! : -) At first I wasn't too happy about the first lines (I didn't really like the words 'withered, ' 'died, ' and 'reeks' in there) , but then I read the rest of it and my opinion changed! It's so nice how H.H.J. described how the lily stays beautiful even in the face of cruelty. All in all, a beatiful poem.: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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