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."