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But idly at that childlike form
Fierce Winter flung his dart;
Her frolic feet had kept her warm,
And Love was at her heart.
Fierce Winter flung his dart;
Her frolic feet had kept her warm,
And Love was at her heart.
Her small straw bonnet backward flung,
Her cloak blown here and there,
While drops of snow-like jewels hung
In her disorder'd hair.—
Her cloak blown here and there,
While drops of snow-like jewels hung
In her disorder'd hair.—
That dimpled cheek was flush'd and bright,
A smile was on her lip;
Her eyes were full of wild delight,
And gay her graceful trip.
A smile was on her lip;
Her eyes were full of wild delight,
And gay her graceful trip.
She seem'd a sunbeam in my way,
The vision warm'd my heart,
And Memory kept the blessed ray
Long after we did part.
The vision warm'd my heart,
And Memory kept the blessed ray
Long after we did part.
Years went—again her path I've cross'd;
Ah! from that form and face
What depth of bloom and light are lost,
What wealth of artless grace!
Ah! from that form and face
What depth of bloom and light are lost,
What wealth of artless grace!
