Thistledown in prison sings: <br /> <br />Bright shines the summer sun, <br />Soft is the summer air; <br />Gayly the wood-birds sing, <br />Flowers are blooming fair. <br />But, deep in the dark, cold rock, <br />Sadly I dwell, <br />Longing for thee, dear friend, <br />Lily-Bell! Lily-Bell! <br /> <br />Lily-Bell replies: <br /> <br />Through sunlight and summer air <br />I have sought for thee long, <br />Guided by birds and flowers, <br />And now by thy song. <br /> <br />Thistledown! Thistledown! <br />O'er hill and dell <br />Hither to comfort thee <br />Comes Lily-Bell.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lily-bell-and-thistledown-song-ii/
