LILY ADAIR.
I.
The Apollo Belvidere was adorning
The Chamber where Eulalie lay,
While Aurora, tho Rose of the Morning,
Smiled full in the face of the Day.
All around stood the beautiful Graces
Bathing Venus—some combing her hair—
While she lay in her husband's embraces[1]
A-moulding my Lily Adair—
Of my Fawn-like Lily Adair—
Of my Dove-like Lily Adair—
Of my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
II.
Where the Oreads played in the Highlands,
And the Water-Nymphs bathed in the streams,
In the tall Jasper Reeds of the Islands—
She wandered in life's cearly dreams.
For the Wood-Nymphs then brought from the Wildwood
The turtle Doves Venus kept there,
Which the Dryades tamed, in his childhood,
- ↑ It was a beautiful Idea of the Greeks that the procreation of beautiful children might be promoted by keeping in their sleeping apartments an Apollo or Hyacinthus. In this way they not only patronised Art, but begat a likeness of their own love.
