The
Lilies
Along the highway in the early morn With my dear Ladie I did ride one daye, And she, more sweetly than the birds at dawn, Sang for my pleasure as we went our way. And as we rode close by a ferny bank My Ladie stopp'd, and cryed out with delight-- For there, like pearls amid the grasses rank Grew lilies, gleaming in the morning light. As I her palfrey held, she swift did runne To climbe the banke and pluck the lilies there; And faire as they I thought her, as the sunne Shone on her scarlett gown and raven haire. Arms filled with lilies, she returned to mee And on we journey'd, singing as we went. She on that morning from her cares was free; I in her companie was well content. |