Than her elastic step; and in her frame
There was a perfect symmetry, that seemed
Aerial as a bird’s. It was the hour
For worship in her land; and she had come,
With the religion of a high, pure heart,
To bow herself in prayer. A darker mind
Might pray at such an hour; but she had caught
The spirit of the scene; and, as her eye
Followed the coursing of the golden waves,
Or rested on the clouds that slept above,