Felt the girdle loosened, seen the tresses fly.。，Breathes a falling breath that carries thoughts of me.
Said more than of tongue is revealed.。，In links divine with the lyrical tongue is bound.
Soon will she lie like a blood-red sunset.。，* * *
He, the God of implacable brow,。，He drops the silver chain of sound,
。，Hurled aloft on each arm in a sheet;
。，To the lake-banks he saw sink and rise
。，In light, and then the fancy sings.
Callistes of home and escape。，His compassionate heart shook a frame
Kerchiefed head and chin, she darts between her tulips,。，
Sprang his worship of them who bestow,。，
Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried,。，That had thee here obscure.
。，I feel to him as to earth of whom we are fed;
He saw, ere he dropped in swoon,。，Safe the tender lambs tugged the teats, and winter sped
I。，Palpitates, or else 'tis death.
Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe。，
To earth, chance looking aloft at us, kind of hand:。，Trained to stand in rows, and asking if they please.
* * *。，Nets her in her blushes, and wounds her, and tames. -
，Fairer than the lily, than the wild white cherry:。，Like a buckler of steel breathed o'er,