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.
II Prythee weep,
May Lilian! Gaiety without eclipse Whearieth me,
May Lilian;
Thro' my every heart it thrilleth When from crimson-threaded
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.
