Dear Suibhan,

Was glad th' fever had run its course, and baby put to bed, but since y've reawakened 'er, propose t' put 'er back down gently with the song I mentioned early on, but failed to post:

HAVE YOU SEEN BUT A WHITE LILY GROW
(words by Ben Jonson)

Have you seen but a white lily grow,
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of the snow,
Before the earth hath smucht it?

Have you felt the wool of beavor?
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt of the bud of the briar?
Or the nard of the fire?

Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft,
O so sweet is she,
O so sweet is she;

O so white, O so soft,
O so sweet, so sweet,
So sweet is she;

Puts me in mind of the young Diana, when first we knew her. Prefer to dwell on this image. May she rest in sweet peace (more Jonson).
Shula