Soon as his rays, from heav’n sublime,
Shone on that leaf you wish to climb;
That leaf, which shades, in earliest hours,
This less conspicuous spot of ours:
Surpris’d, a lovely form I saw,
That touch’d me with delight and awe;
’Twas near, and while my looks betray’d
My wonder,” thus the Stranger said:
“If view’d by thee with wond’rous eyes
My graceful shape and vary’d dyes,