Arms unshorn and crown unseared;
On its branches, poised or hid
By the green leaves’ pyramid,
Snow-flakes, delicate and faint,
Lay like blossoms pure and pale,
Such as would perish in the taint
Of the hot breezes of the vale.
Gaily went my lively steed,
Cast no lingering glance below,
Browzing on the mountain weed,