Ah, Help Me! But Her Face And Brow Are Lovelier Than Lilies Are Beneath The Light Of Moon And Star That Smile As They Are Smiling Now - White Lilies In A Pallid Swoon Of Sweetest White Beneath The Moon - White Lilies, In A Flood Of Bright Pure Lucidness Of Liquid Light Cascading Down Some Plenilune, When All The Azure Overhead Blooms Like A Dazzling Daisy-Bed. - So Luminous Her Face And Brow, The Luster Of Their Glory, Shed In Memory, Even, Blinds Me Now.