And big forest trees on the slopes, spread afar
Those branches that grander than anything are.
I sweep through the rooms where the mirrors portray
A slender young thing in a robe of pale gray,
And catching quick glimpses, now here and now there,
I own with delight she is graceful and fair;
I study the creature, and smile as I see
How handsome a woman one day she may be;
I draw myself up with a stately expanse
And try to look grand, while I'm longing to dance;