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PO E MS.
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 fledgling 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.
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs She, looking thro' and thro' me Thoroughly to undo 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 ;
Prythee weep, May Lilian !
Gaiety without eclipse
When from crimson-threaded lips
Prythee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,
Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed
With the clear-pointed flame of chastity,
Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread,
Madonna-wise on either side her head ;
Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign
Revered Isabel, the crown and head,
Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead.
The intuitive decision of a bright
Error from crime ; a prudence to withhold ;
The laws of marriage character'd in gold