Dear Lisbie Browne
Where are you now?
In sun, in rain? —
Or is your brow
Past joy, past pain
Dear Lisbie Browne?

Sweet Lisbie Browne
How you could smile
How you could sing! —
How archly wile
In glance-giving
Sweet Lisbie Browne!

And, Lisbie Browne
Who else had hair
Bay-red as yours
Or flesh so fair
Bred out of doors
Sweet Lisbie Browne?

When, Lisbie Browne
You had just begun
To be endeared
By stealth to one
You disappeared
My Lisbie Browne!
Ay, Lisbie Browne
So swift your life
And minе so slow
You were a wife
Erе I could show
Love, Lisbie Browne

Still, Lisbie Browne
You won, they said
The best of men
When you were wed...
Where went you then
O Lisbie Browne?

Dear Lisbie Browne
I should have thought
"Girls ripen fast,"
And coaxed and caught
You ere you passed
Dear Lisbie Browne!

But, Lisbie Browne
I let you slip;
Shaped not a sign;
Touched never your lip
With lip of mine
Lost Lisbie Browne!
So, Lisbie Browne
When on a day
Men speak of me
As not, you'll say
"And who was he?" —
Yes, Lisbie Browne!