Or, in the crystal bosom of a dewdrop.
MILLY.
A fairy thing was Milly when
She blest my wondering sight;
I ne'er shall meet her match again—
A maid so gaily bright.
Her ringlets flowed about her neck—
A neck that mocked the snow!
Or, in the crystal bosom of a dewdrop.
A fairy thing was Milly when
She blest my wondering sight;
I ne'er shall meet her match again—
A maid so gaily bright.
Her ringlets flowed about her neck—
A neck that mocked the snow!