POEMS. CLARIBEL. A MELODY. 1. WHERE Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth. 2. At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh, And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, LILIAN. 1. AIRY, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, She'll not tell me if she love me, 2. When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs She, looking thro' and thro' me Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies. 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, Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian. |