« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
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 crispetin, 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,
Smiling, never speaks :
Glancing with black-beaded eyes,
The baby-roses in her cheeks ;
Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gayety without eclipse
When from crimson-threaded lips
Prythee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,
will not hush thee,
With the clear-pointed flame of chastity,
Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane