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.