Thomas Holley Chivers

“ Like the heavens, when the stars from their eyries
⁠Look down through the ebon night air,
Were the groves by the Ouphantic Fairies
⁠Lit up for my Lily Adair—
⁠For my child-like Lily Adair—
⁠For my heaven-born Lily Adair—
For my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
Like two rose-leaves in sunshine when blowing,
⁠Just curled softly, gently apart,
Were her lips by her passion, while growing
⁠In perfume on the stalk of her heart. ”

“ 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. ”