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TO THE QUEEN.
REVERED, beloved,-O you that hold
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth,
Victoria,-since your Royal grace
This laurel greener from the brows
And should your greatness, and the care
Then-while a sweeter music wakes,
The sunlit almond-blossom shakes
Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
And leave us rulers of your blood
May children of our children say,
"Her court was pure; her life serene;
"And statesmen at her council met
By shaping some august decree,
WHERE Claribel low-lieth
At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth About the mossed headstone: At midnight the moon cometh And looketh down alone.
the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth, The babbling runnel crispeth,
The hollow grot replieth
AIRY, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
When my passion seeks
She, looking through and through me
Smiling, never speaks:
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies.
Prithee weep, May Lilian ! Gayety without eclipse Wearieth me, May Lilian: Through my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth: Prithee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,