Glisten

The long walk is tiresome

Steals soft and low, like a heavy hymn,

Swift as that sparkle as the water,

Found a light trace with my maiden limb.

Her pure waters my blue waters run,

Hushes the heavens in soft mid-air;

Read thy blue eye and the golden sun—

Youth's Happy smile through the brown hair.

Shall I among her blush with flowers,

The boughs of winter; the summer air

Up the green moss. That cottage flower,

Because the world in her own gray hair.

She'll see her blush with liberal skies,

Her soft waters like a silver stream,

Softly the dim verdure of the sky,

A ray of light through the diamond beam.

Whether the sweet lights of Italy,

Glide softly to the fair lap of Spring,

Thy hand with practise and of beauty.

Found a light trace with my maiden limb.

Came forth the glorious host at morn,

Her soft forehead to the waft on shine,

Although it shall bring a life of scorn.

She gazed on the fair earth with a sign.