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Two Poems
Then Lilian, king of the land,
Rich Lelian will teach us the speech
That here we but half understand—
Kind Lelian will reach us his hand.
II—Her Colours
Rose, grey, and white—
Roses, sad seas, and light
Straight from the sun—
These are your colours.
Red necklet spun
When the Eastern day was done
By fairy fingers
Of lotus flowers.
In those white ivories
Your arms, a charm there lies,
Charm to conquer
The bravest singers :
And for your grey
Sweet, deep eye-oceans—they
Do yet declare
Queen Venus lingers.
Two Poems
Then Lilian, king of the land,
Rich Lelian will teach us the speech
That here we but half understand—
Kind Lelian will reach us his hand.
II—Her Colours
Rose, grey, and white—
Roses, sad seas, and light
Straight from the sun—
These are your colours.
Red necklet spun
When the Eastern day was done
By fairy fingers
Of lotus flowers.
In those white ivories
Your arms, a charm there lies,
Charm to conquer
The bravest singers :
And for your grey
Sweet, deep eye-oceans—they
Do yet declare
Queen Venus lingers.