the morning walk.
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To the hi]l-side I track'd it, and tripping above me,
Her sun-ringlets flying and jewell'd with dew,
maiden I saw!—now the truth, if you love me—
But why should I question—I'm sure it was you!
Her sun-ringlets flying and jewell'd with dew,
maiden I saw!—now the truth, if you love me—
But why should I question—I'm sure it was you!
And you cannot deny you were met in ascending,—
I meanwhile pursuing my truant by stealth,—
By a blooming young seraph, who turn'd, and attending
Your steps, said her name was "the Spirit of Health."
I meanwhile pursuing my truant by stealth,—
By a blooming young seraph, who turn'd, and attending
Your steps, said her name was "the Spirit of Health."
Meantime, thro' the mist of transparent vermilion
That suddenly flooded the brow of the hill,
All fretted with gold, rose Aurora's pavilion,
Illumining meadow, and mountain, and rill.
That suddenly flooded the brow of the hill,
All fretted with gold, rose Aurora's pavilion,
Illumining meadow, and mountain, and rill.
And Health, floating up through the luminous air,
Dipp'd her fingers of snow in those clouds glowing bright;
Then turn'd and dash'd down, o'er her votary fair,
A handful of rose-beams that bathed her in light.
Dipp'd her fingers of snow in those clouds glowing bright;
Then turn'd and dash'd down, o'er her votary fair,
A handful of rose-beams that bathed her in light.
Even yet they're at play here and there in your form,
Thro' your fingers they steal to the white taper tips,
Thro' your fingers they steal to the white taper tips,
