Over torrent, over fen,。，Bends gently where her sunset tresses shower.
By plunging, whizzing, till his wings。，Impalpable, not barren, stuff.
Valour clothes her open breast;。，Huntress arrowy to pursue,
The evanescent, ever-present she,。，mercantile.
Huntress, arrowy to pursue,。，A simple nymph it is, inclined to muse
。，As long as Nature holds it good
With brightened edges of dark leaves that feign。，Glory despoiling none, enrich her kind,
She stood before mankind the very South。，She sees, above the brutish paw
Our Europe, vowed to unity or torn,。，In deep forest; oread, faun,
Of all the Gods to let her secret fly,。，Her arms below her sword-hilt crossed,
Of sacrifice in one self-mastering hour,。，All radiantly the moon's own night
The tumult of her blood abate;。，A forest of France in thunder comes, like a landslide hurled off her
For sign of the distraught, and took her blow。，At loftier, clearer, sweeter, by their aid.
Descend to reap, not sowing. Is it just?。，Those lawless. High they sit, and if descend,
And lets our mortal eyes receive。，From sleep or debate, a mannikin squire
Of noon that clothes her, never there.。，
Without a scoff, without a grin,。，The picture of an earth allied to heaven;
，Among the wheat-blades proud of stalk; beneath。，By natural yearnings, all the happy scenes;