Phyllis Lee

Beside a Primrose ’broider’d Rill Sat Phyllis Lee in Silken Dress Whilst Lucius limn’d with loving skill Her likeness, as a Shepherdess. Yet tho’ he strove with loving skill His Brush refused to work his Will. “Dear Maid, unless you close your Eyes I can not paint to-day,” he said; “Their Brightness shames the very Skies And turns their Turquoise into Lead.” Quoth Phyllis, then, “To save the Skies And speed your Brush, I’ll shut my Eyes.” Now when her Eyes were closed, the Dear, Not dreaming of such Treachery, Felt a Soft Whisper in her Ear, “Without the Light, how can one See?” “If you are sure that none can see I’ll keep them shut,” said Phyllis Lee.