While love strewed flowers beneath her feet;
Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet.
II.
From the bright vision's head
A careless veil of lawn was loosely spread:
From her white temples fell her shaded hair
Like cloudy sunshine, not too brown nor fair;
Her hands, her lips, did love inspire;
Her every grace my heart did fire:
But most her eyes, which languished with desire.