The Water Lily

A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
A lily-decked pool
With a border of ferns,
And a beautiful child,
With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings:
Come, mamma! come!
Quick! follow me,
Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!

And the lonely young wife,
Her heart beating wild,
Cries, Wait till I come,
Till I reach you, my child!
But the beautiful child
With butterfly wings
Steps out on the leaves of the lily and sings:
Come, mamma! come!
Quick! follow me!
And step on the leaves of the water-lily!

And the wife in her dreaming
Steps out on the stream,
But the lily leaves sink
And she wakes from her dream.
Ah, the waking is sad,
For the tears that it brings,
And she knows tis her dead babys spirit that sings:
Come, mamma! come!
Quick! follow me!
Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!

Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with Banjo Paterson, he is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's 'greatest short story writer'. His works frequently document the lives and struggles of rural and outback Australians. Lawson's own life was marked by hardship and struggles including impaired hearing and financial difficulties, which influenced his realist depictions of Australian life. Some of his notable works include 'While the Billy Boils' and 'In the Days When the World was Wide.'

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