I Have Lilies By The Score For Every Love That I've Known Poem by Kevin Hulme

And so the Sun in its dependable way;
Pulls back the drapes for another bright day.
The age -old custom of renewal and birth;
The journey of the Heavens to light the good Earth.
But what do I care, for to another she has flown;
I have Lilies by the score for every Love that I've known.
From the gall of the Lark putting ‘Callas' to shame;
And so anointing the boughs with every refrain.
To that idiot of a Butterfly now the Rose is in bloom;
It flutters and flits because Summers in tune.
But what do I care, for to another she's has flown;
I have Lilies by the score for every Love that I've known.
July the mad-fool is in her ‘Best Party Dress';


All ribbons and lace from meadow to crest.
As the Village now gather with annoying good cheer;
Like a tale of Old Wessex when ‘Hardy' was here.
But What do I care, for to another she has flown;
I have Lilies by the score for every Love that I've known.
All passionate Lovers by a yearning embrace;
Sigh tokens of Love with the dusk on their face;
As the Season takes hold with its Ornament and Song;
I've no time for the ways where her tread had once gone.
But what do I care, for to another she has flown;
I have Lilies by the score for every Love that I've known.
The peering Old Moon with all writers regard;
The Midwife of Verse for the Amorous Bard.
Looks down on us all that gaze up to its height;
The Sun's worthy Lapdog, It's pale acolyte.
But what do I care, for to another she has flown;
I have Lilies by the score for every Love that I've known.