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.

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