Lyrics
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LILIES
Lily, red wood lily,
Flaunting fairy lily,
Lily springing where the heel
Was down-impressed of Pan;
Lily at whose throat the moon
Flutters like a moth a-swoon—
Round and round thy shining reel
Deft-foot things of Pan.
Lily, Pan's red lily,
Sunlight-drunken lily,
Golden, golden lily tipped
With dawn's drowned fire;
Lily, burning lily,
Mad and mad and shrilly
Trip the hooves where Pan has tripped,
Gleam the flanks mad Pan has nipped,
Gyre, gyre, gyre,
Mad and mad and shrilly,
Pipes go never stilly,
Hooves make eager rhythm where
The song is thee,
