15 Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,

The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth, The babbling runnel crispeth,

20 The hollow grot replieth

Where Claribel low-lieth.

LILIAN.

1.

AIRY, fairy Lilian,

Flitting, fairy Lilian,

When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,

Laughing all she can ;

She'll not tell me if she love me,

Cruel little Lilian.

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2.

When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs
She, looking thro' and thro' me
Thoroughly to undo me,

Smiling, never speaks:

So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple,
From beneath her gather'd wimple

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Glancing with black-beaded eyes, 15

Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.

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3.

Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gaiety without eclipse
Wearieth me, May Lilian :
Thro' my very heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth :
Prythee weep, May Lilian.

4.

Praying all I can,

If prayers will not hush thee,

Airy Lilian,

Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,

Fairy Lilian.