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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Lilian

I
 Airy, Fairy Lilian,
 Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
   Laughing all she can;
She 'll not tell me if she love me,
   Cruel little Lilian.
 
 
             II
       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 gathered wimple
 Glancing with black-bearded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
       The baby-roses in her cheeks;
       Then away she flies.
 
 
             III
 Prythee weep, May Lilian!
   Gaiety without eclipse
 Whearieth me, May Lilian;
Thro’ my every heart it thrilleth
 When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
 Prythee weep, May Lilian!
 
 
             IV
     Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
     Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
     Fairy Lilian.

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