To A Mariposa Lily

Clark Ashton Smith

Thou art the chalice of the sun;
Filled from the fountains of his light,
Thy rimming petals overrun
With nectar morning-pure and bright.

Fit cup art thou, O flow'r, to hold
Such drink surpassing and divine—
Wrought of the finest vestal gold,
And brimmed with sunlight s crystal wine.

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