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WHERE Claribel low-lieth
Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Of an inward agony,
At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh,
And looketh down alone.
Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.
AIRY, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
Laughing all she can ;
Cruel little Lilian.
Pleasance in love-sighs
Smiling, never speaks :
Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks ;
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,