Alas! her lips were red:
But roses blush instead.
Her brows wore nobler white
Than lilies do, to-night.
Alas, what shall one say,
Save that her eyes were gray
Even as our skies to-day,
Ai, ai, Leontium!
And for her yellow hair
Tall mullein blossoms there:
And for her laughter clear
The sea-wave shatters here.
Down ways her feet have known
Ways with weeds overgrown —
Only the dust is blown —
Ai, ai, Leontium!
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