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Cecilis.
(An æsthetic intensity.)
“My Lady's pets and perts and pretties—
And losing them were worst of pities.”
Marzial's Gallery of Pigeons.
And losing them were worst of pities.”
Marzial's Gallery of Pigeons.
Cecilis was the chief angèl
Of Lilith's house in heaven,
In each hand she held a sweet weazèl;
They were a brood of seven.
One was yellow, and two were red,
And one was cramoisie,
And twain were beryl from tail to head,
And the last was vermilly.
Of Lilith's house in heaven,
In each hand she held a sweet weazèl;
They were a brood of seven.
One was yellow, and two were red,
And one was cramoisie,
And twain were beryl from tail to head,
And the last was vermilly.
In the Eden meadows the hay was down,
And the bells were ringing in Eden town.
And the bells were ringing in Eden town.
Cecilis takes her walks abroad—
Of Lilith's house she is chief angèl,
In each hand she holds a sweet weazèl,
Tethered with crystal cord.
And five little cherubs, dainty-fair,
With each in his hand a sweet weazèl,
To the plumy thickets with her repair,
And frisk and frolic in glade and dell.
Of Lilith's house she is chief angèl,
In each hand she holds a sweet weazèl,
Tethered with crystal cord.
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With each in his hand a sweet weazèl,
To the plumy thickets with her repair,
And frisk and frolic in glade and dell.
For in Eden meadows the hay is down,
And the bells are ringing in Eden town.
And the bells are ringing in Eden town.
“Cecilis, Cecilis, Cecilis!
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”—
From Lilith's house the cry doth come—
“What hast thou done with my sweet weazèls?
I see them leaping a-down the dells—
I see them scampering over the fells—
Cecilis, Cecilis, bring them home!
Bring them home from the dusky dells,
My pretty cherubs, my sweet weazèls!”
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”—
From Lilith's house the cry doth come—
“What hast thou done with my sweet weazèls?
I see them leaping a-down the dells—
I see them scampering over the fells—
Cecilis, Cecilis, bring them home!
Bring them home from the dusky dells,
My pretty cherubs, my sweet weazèls!”
For in Eden meadows the hay is down,
And the bells are ringing in Eden town.
And the bells are ringing in Eden town.
Cecilis calls from morn till night,
For her pets and pretties no more in sight—
For the sweet weazèls 'mid the rocks and fells—
“Cecilis, Cecilis, Cecilis!
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”
For her pets and pretties no more in sight—
For the sweet weazèls 'mid the rocks and fells—
“Cecilis, Cecilis, Cecilis!
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”
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From Lilith's house the cry doth come,—
“Cecilis, Cecilis, bring them home—
Bring them home from the deeps and dells,
My pretty cherubs, my sweet weazèls!”
“Cecilis, Cecilis, bring them home—
Bring them home from the deeps and dells,
My pretty cherubs, my sweet weazèls!”
For in Eden meadows the hay is down,
And the bells are tolling in Eden town.
And the bells are tolling in Eden town.
“Cecilis, Cecilis, Cecilis!
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”
Of Lilith's house she is chief angèl;—
Weeping, lamenting she wanders home,
And Lilith shudders to see her come,
To see, in her hand, no sweet weazèl.
And so that brood—that brood of seven
Weazèls, Queen Lilith's stock and store,
And her cherubs five, from the house of heaven,
Fled and were found again no more.
Cecilis, Cecilis, what is this?”
Of Lilith's house she is chief angèl;—
Weeping, lamenting she wanders home,
And Lilith shudders to see her come,
To see, in her hand, no sweet weazèl.
And so that brood—that brood of seven
Weazèls, Queen Lilith's stock and store,
And her cherubs five, from the house of heaven,
Fled and were found again no more.
While in Eden meadows the hay was down,
And the bells were tolling in Eden town.
And the bells were tolling in Eden town.
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