COME, Lady mine, into the woods, for there Come, Love mine, And I will show thee how the lilies fair Are guardian'd by their tall and shelt'ring leaves, Who brave themselves the rude and boisterous wind To shield from every harm the fair things wrapped Safe by their careful love. I'll tell thee then, That thou, e'en like the lily-bell, should'st be Guarded by fond and all-enduring love; |