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THREE SONNETS TO A COQUETTE.
SONG. -"LADY, LET THE ROLLING DRUMS,"
ON A MOURNER
1. Where Claribel low-lietb The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sighetli,
Of an inward agony,
2. At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the moss'd headstone: At midnight the moon cometh,
And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.
An Y, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
Laughing all she can ;
Cruel little Lilian.
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs,
Smiling, never speaks :
Glancing with black-beaded eyes,
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gayety without eclipse
When from crimson-threaded lips
Prythee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,
With the clear-pointed flame of chastity,
Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit; locks not wide-dispread,
Madonna-wise on either side her head;
Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign
Revered Isabel, the crown and head,
Error from crime; a prudence to withhold ;
The laws of marriage character'd in gold
Of subtle-paced counsel in distress,
Winning its way with extreme gentleness
The vexed eddies of its wayward brother :
Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite,
Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each other
Shadow forth thee:- the world hath not another (Tho' all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity) Of such a finish'd chasten'd purity..