What breath shall compare thy subtle grace

To mortal men who shine less fair?

Thou art a visage of thy sylvan race

White lilies enthroned on thy silken hair

Beyond what human hands can pen

Unfading eyes do gleam with elder light

Forever wandering thy woodland glen

To fade never into the ever-night

Alas that eager lips taste but nothingness

Adoring eyes do gaze at sable-white

Fancied thoughts do to fond minds regress

Aching hearts do long for thy lustrous light

Farewell to thee my lovely Lily King

So long as breath comes of thee I sing