'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like warriors by an unknown foe, Were in their strength subdued, The virgin Earth...
In these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side She alone there walked beside me All in beauty, like a bride. ...
Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage door Under the lilac's tremulous leaves, Within thy snowy claspe'd hand The purple flowers it bore....