I UNDER the lilies She lies, she lies In the cool Of the pool, Her great, brown eyes Adream, adream In the witching stream— And never a heart for sighs. II Under the lilies She sings, she sings By the shade In the glade Where thrush-song rings: And the torrent joy Of a woodland boy Bursts forth from its secret springs. III Under the lilies She sleeps, she sleeps, And the wind Ever kind Her vigil keeps— Where the hanging rose But dimly knows The heart of her crystal deeps. |