“And its pure virgin limbs to fold
  In whitest sheets of lilies cold,”

and these things being its “chief” delights—­and then the pre-eminent beauty and naturalness of the concluding lines, whose very hyperbole only renders them more true to nature when we consider the innocence, the artlessness, the enthusiasm, the passionate girl, and more passionate admiration of the bereaved child: 

  “Had it lived long, it would have been
  Lilies without, roses within.”

[Footnote 1:  “The Book of Gems.”  Edited by S. C. Hall.]

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