Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth. II At eve the beetle boometh Where Claribel low-lieth. LILIAN AIRY, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me She'll not tell me if she love me, II When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs, She, looking thro' and thro' me Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies. 4 III 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. ISABEL I EYES not down-dropt nor, over-bright, but fed The stately flower of female fortitude, Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead. II The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough-edged intellect to part Error from crime; a prudence to withhold The laws of marriage character'd in gold Upon the blanched tablets of her heart; A love still burning upward, giving light |