COME, Lady mine, into the woods, for there
The sweet May lilies their young beauty show,
Bending their slender stems, whose pearly bells,
Like cups o'er filled with perfume, shed it forth,
Lading the fragrant air.

Come, Love mine,

And I will show thee how the lilies fair

Are guardian'd by their tall and shelt'ring leaves, Who brave themselves the rude and boisterous wind To shield from every harm the fair things wrapped Safe by their careful love.

I'll tell thee then,

That thou, e'en like the lily-bell, should'st be

Guarded by fond and all-enduring love;