A cloud of water-lilies Beneath an evening star, As pallid and as perfect As faces sometimes are. As pallid and as perfect, And yet, alas, I know, O lilies and O faces, The bitterness below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOVE AMONG THE RUINS by ROBERT BROWNING TO HARRIET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |