It falls on Lilly's form in vain:
Sweet Lilly, come again,
Sweet Lilly, come again.
Oh! can the glory of the year,
The Spring that decks the widening plain,
Thus strive to make the maid appear,
But yield the hopeless task in vain:
Sweet Lilly, come again;
Sweet Lilly, come again.
Silence!—where brighter May suns beam,