LOVELINESS.
I.
WHEN I fare forth to kiss the eyes of Spring,
On ways, which arch gold sunbeams and pearl buds
Embraced, two whispers we search—wandering
By goblin forests and by girlish floods
Deep in the hermit-holy solitudes—
For stalwart Dryads romping in a ring;
Firm limbs an oak-bark-brown, and hair—wild woods
Have perfumed—loops of radiance; and they,
Most coyly pleasant, as we linger by,
Pout dimpled cheeks, more rose than rosiest sky,
Honeyed; and us good-hearted laughter fling
Like far-out reefs that flute melodious spray.