EOLIE.
Oh, you are welcome as the dew
To the worn feet of pilgrim day;
And wild and fresh, as flowers that keep
The virgin bloom and breath of May.
Yet wilful as a hawk set free
Ere whistle lure, or huntsman tame her.
Capricious as the bridal smile
Spring half denies the skies that claim her,
You've slept since morning, unbetrayed
By waving grass or whispering tree,
You're loitering now through grove and glade;
Wild Eolie!
To the worn feet of pilgrim day;
And wild and fresh, as flowers that keep
The virgin bloom and breath of May.
Yet wilful as a hawk set free
Ere whistle lure, or huntsman tame her.
Capricious as the bridal smile
Spring half denies the skies that claim her,
You've slept since morning, unbetrayed
By waving grass or whispering tree,
You're loitering now through grove and glade;
Wild Eolie!
