Fleurs-De-Lys

Sullen girls like lilies,
see them: sulkily listening
to music. Does duty put that
look upon them of languid
disinterest, lids downcast?
It may be duty (sitting where
they do), but beauty marks
them: pale and perfect, lily
flowers. Round and above them,
a cappella, voices winding.
Sullen, lovely, eyes averted,
devotees of a pure disdain.