Classic Poem

Lilia with the magic hair,
Unto you an holy hour
Love himself, constrained, hath granted;
Lilia with the magic hair,
Beautiful likeness of a flower.

Too happy, whom that time ordains,
By these high spells, to lie enchanted;
Red lips, white limbs with sapphire veins:
Lilia with the magic hair,
Beautiful likeness of a flower!

O Rare concent of all delight,
Put forth, and use, your utmost power:
Keep and entangle him to-night,
Lilia with the magic hair,
Beautiful likeness of a flower.