While the world was wrapt in shade.
Kissed she oft thy beamy temples,
And from anemonies fair
Shook the dew-drops to besprinkle
Thy redundant yellow hair.
With her arms about thee folded,
Oft thy fragrant mouth she prest,
That exhaled a sweeter odor
Than the cassia-scented West.
Hail, thou silver-shielded planet,