In the beginning, said a Persian poet, Allah took a rose, a lily, a dove, a serpent, a little honey, a Dead Sea apple, and a handful of clay. When he looked at the amalgam it was a woman.
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!Reginald Heber
The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen, Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun.michael bruce
And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen, Through their pavilions of tender green.Percy Bysshe Shelley
One by one the flowers close, lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.