In her gay prime,
Cast down headlong in the sea,
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Lizzie most placid in her look,
One lugs a golden dish
Like a lily in a flood,—
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
all quite thoroughly dirty.
Chattering like magpies,
Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?"—
In her gay prime,
Cast down headlong in the sea,
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Lizzie most placid in her look,
One lugs a golden dish
Like a lily in a flood,—
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
all quite thoroughly dirty.
Chattering like magpies,
Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?"—