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1. WHERE Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Of an inward agony,
2. 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, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her ting 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
Smiling, never speaks :
Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Gaiety without eclipse
When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prythee weep, May Lilian.