Here you will find thePoemAy, ay, ay, the lilies of the gardenof poet Lesbia Harford
Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden With red threads binding them and stars about, These shall be her symbols, for she is high and holy, Holy in her maidenhood and very full of doubt. Ay, ay, ay, for she is very girlish Fearful her heart's lilies should be stained by sin. Yet will I bind them with rosy threads of passion. Surely human passion has a right to enter in.
