Lily, the golden
Siamese,
walks at night
through the gilded trees.

 

Gold branches quiver,
moonlight falls:
Lily steps out on
the old stone walls,

 

glides into the barn,
creeps up to the loft
where the air is sweet
and the hay is soft.

 

Now there enthroned,
a queen at ease,
sits Lily, the golden
Siamese.

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