<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lily Adair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of Ruby,<br> Brought fresh from the hyaline streams,<br>She played, on the banks of the Yuba,<br> Such songs as she heard in her dreams.<br>Like the heavens, when the stars from their cyries<br> Look down through the ebon night air,<br>Were the groves by the Ouphantic Fairies<br> Lit up for my Lily Adair—<br> For my child-like Lily Adair—<br> For my heaven-born Lily Adair—<br>For my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like two rose-leaves in sunshine when blowing,<br> Just curled softly, gently apart,<br>Were her lips by her passion, while growing<br> In perfume on the stalk of her heart.<br>As mild as the sweet influences<br> Of the Pleiades 'pregning the air—<br>More mild than the throned Excellencies<br> Up in heaven, was my Lily Adair—<br> Was my Christ-like Lily Adair—<br> Was my lamb-like Lily Adair—<br>Was my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the birth of this fair virgin Vestal,<br> She was taken for Venus' child;<br>And her voice, though like diamond in crystal,<br> Was not more melodious than mild.<br>Like the moon in her soft silver splendor,<br> She was shrined in her own, past compare,<br>For no Angel in heaven was more tender<br> Than my beautiful Lily Adair—<br> Than my dove-like Lily Adair—<br> Than my saint-like Lily Adair—<br>Than my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus she stood on the arabesque borders<br> Of the beautiful blossoms that blew<br>On the banks of the crystalline waters,<br> Every morn, in the diaphane dew.<br>The flowers, they were radiant with glory,<br> And shed such perfume on the air,<br>That my soul, now to want them, feels sorry,<br> And bleeds for my Lily Adair—<br> For my much-loved Lily Adair—<br> For my long-lost Lily Adair—<br>For my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Holley+Chivers">Thomas Holley Chivers</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117938" data-title="Lily Adair de Thomas Holley Chivers" data-description="On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of Ruby,/ Brought fresh from the hyaline streams,/She played, on the banks of the Yuba,/ Such songs as she heard in her dreams./Like the heavens, when the stars from their cyries/ Look down through the ebon night air,/We..."></div> </div> </div>

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