Lily-Bell

"Bright shines the summer sun,

    Soft is the summer air;

    Gayly the wood-birds sing,

    Flowers are blooming fair.

    "But, deep in the dark, cold rock,

    Sadly I dwell,

    Longing for thee, dear friend,

    Lily-Bell! Lily-Bell!"

    "Through sunlight and summer air

    I have sought for thee long,

    Guided by birds and flowers,

    And now by thy song.

    "Thistledown! Thistledown!

    O'er hill and dell

    Hither to comfort thee

    Comes Lily-Bell."