Daylilies by the crystal lake
where grow green ribbons fair
and the glossy wavelets billow and break
with a soft sigh of Summer’s air.
You are flame-crowned, unfolding stars
bowing heads low in thanks
from ditches and roads, unheeding the cars
and bobbing along river banks.
Daylilies of daydream delights,
carry in you the day
and its glow, even in the darkest nights—
I would be as you, if I may,
growing you where I lay,
in darkness where I may someday lay.