LILY OF THE VALLEY. 
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THE LILY. 
COLERIDGE. 
The stream with languid murmur creeps 
In Lumin’s flowery vale : 
Beneath the dew the lily weeps, 
Slow waving to the gale. 
“ Cease, restless gale ! ” it seems to say, 
“Nor wake me with thy sighing ! 
The hours of my vernal day 
On rapid wings are flying. 
“ To-morrow shall tho traveller come 
Who late beheld me blooming ; 
His searching eye shall vainly roam 
The dreary vale of Lumin.” 
I SEND THE LILIES GIVEN TO ME. 
BY BYRON. 
I send the lilies given to me, 
Though, long before thy hand they touch, 
I know that they must withered be ; 
But yet reject them not as such : 
For I have cherished them as dear. 
Because they yet may meet thine eye. 
And guide thy soul to mine even here, 
When thou behold’st them drooping nigh, 
And know’st them gathered by the Rhine, 
And offered from my heart to thine ! 
