I stood Tip-top upon the dales.
To catch a glimpse of her
coming with the softest breeze ;
Like a rain craft in essence
The lady fair that in the distance seen .
Dazzled so fair a being.
who feel messed to be loved.
on which the men sense disturbed.
As she dabbles on the cold a crystal streams .
Soft wind from the Aeolian lyre came;
For as the sunset peep into the woods
Lilies and white roses faded away.
A lady in white I doth did see !
White as snow that froze the mountain .
Created in Hephaestus of Volcano forge;
Between the stars of Hesperus .
There, joy a passing strangers .
Of human hearts ! FOR LO I feel no more !
That fairest love of joy give most unrest
Of Hamadryads amid the sobbing rain.
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