They came, and Eudora stood robed and crown’d,
The bride of the morn, with her train around.
Jewels flash’d out from her braided hair,
Like starry dews midst the roses there;
Pearls on her bosom quivering shone,
Heaved by her heart through its golden zone.
But a brow, as those gems of the ocean pale,
Gleam’d from beneath her transparent veil;
Changeful and faint was her fair cheek’s hue,
Though clear as a flower which the light looks through;