Ivy round her glimmering ancle,。，
As above each crimson drop。，Wild green leaves and low curved branches
Pouring down her sloping back。，Lock her struggling limbs in leash.
Shall look upon the lulling leaves,。，O shield my love, strong arm above!
Round her waist with languorous tendrils。，Like a dreamy lotus bud
。，Uprising as ever,
Tangles of the wild red strawberry。，To the sky she shrieks and springs!
With passionate mutters。，Love-suffused she quivers, falters -
In the earth her feet are rooting! -。，Gleaming in a whirl of eddies
With savage inspiration,--pine,。，Yearning, modulations fine!
And he stood in all his glory!。，
On the windy hills。，Shrink and huddle,
Now, wailing like a breaking heart,。，When her doubtful foot she ventures
Where like hosts of puckered witches。，
Looking like some burnished eagle。，
，Each tree a harp, whose foliaged strings。，Many a winding lane betrays her,