Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms part When Spring shines in the world and in the heart.
As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floor Of summer woods through flower and foliage pour,
So to my being's innermost recess Flooded the light of so much loveliness;
She held as in a vase of priceless ware The wine that over arid ways and bare My youth was the pathetic thirsting for,
And where she moved the veil of Nature grew Diaphanous and that radiance mantled through Which, when I see,
I tremble and adore.
