Wordsworth (The Prelude, Bk. XIV.)
Stepping down the hill with her fair companions,
Arm in arm, all against the raying West,
Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches,
Brave is her shape, and sweeter unpossess’d.
G. Meredith (Love in the Valley).
The blessed Damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven;