Alfred Tennyson

        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.

        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 gathered wimple
    Glancing with black-beaded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
        The baby-roses in her cheeks;
        Then away she flies.

    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!

        Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
        Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
        Fairy Lilian.

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