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The heir of Rookwood.
A triple scorn upon her brow; my bride,
Though all my haughty peers cried fie upon me;
Who should lay down the law to Rookwood's heir?
I'd rain bright gold o'er Lilia's shameful birth,
Express the stigma on her name in diamonds.
The groaning coffers that my pride had slighted,
Opened their mouths in praise of her betrothal.
Though all my haughty peers cried fie upon me;
Who should lay down the law to Rookwood's heir?
I'd rain bright gold o'er Lilia's shameful birth,
Express the stigma on her name in diamonds.
The groaning coffers that my pride had slighted,
Opened their mouths in praise of her betrothal.
My life was little changed; 'twas nothing new
If when I walked, hung Lilia on my path
Talking her wayward fancies; nothing new
If when I read, stole Lilia to my side,
And o'er the page I pondered open laid
A volume of the idle rhymes she loved;
That I must quit my garland of rare thoughts
To twine her wreath of bluets; nothing new
That her light steps kept ever count of mine,
That she beset me with her wilful ways,
That she was ever near me. I was all
Her world. She had no other. From the day
Her baby feet first tottered o'er the lawns,
Lilia had been my shadow. In my heart
If when I walked, hung Lilia on my path
Talking her wayward fancies; nothing new
If when I read, stole Lilia to my side,
And o'er the page I pondered open laid
A volume of the idle rhymes she loved;
That I must quit my garland of rare thoughts
To twine her wreath of bluets; nothing new
That her light steps kept ever count of mine,
That she beset me with her wilful ways,
That she was ever near me. I was all
Her world. She had no other. From the day
Her baby feet first tottered o'er the lawns,
Lilia had been my shadow. In my heart
