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I.
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.
II.
When my passion seeksPleasance 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.
III.
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!
IV.
Praying all I can,If prayers will not hush thee, Airy Lilian, Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian. |