To Lizbie Browne Gerald Finzi

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

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

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

When, Lizbie Browne
You had just begun
To be endeared
By stealth to one
You disappeared
My Lizbie Browne!