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Airy, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
Laughing all she can;
Cruel little Lilian.
When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs, She, looking through and through 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.
Prithee weep, May Lilian!
Wearieth me, May Lilian: Through my very heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prithee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,
Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed
Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane
Revered Isabel, the crown and head, The stately flower of female fortitude,
Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead.
The intuitive decision of a bright
Error from crime; a prudence to withhold;
The laws of marriage charactered in gold
Of subtle-paced counsel in distress,
Winning its way with extreme gentleness
The mellowed reflex of a winter moon;