wood lily

Mark the maple twigs, like silhouettes cut in coral, and the sheath of the wood lily, like a ribbon half unrolled.

Spring is gone; the sun is overhead; the red wood-lily is open.

How impossible it would be to kindle a wood-lily on the cold, damp soil of April!

Your mother's face was as white as a wood-lily, with only a faint dream of rose in her cheeks.