And pearls were glancing in her wake behind;
Fair silken curtains from her casements swung,
And banners wooed aloft the balmy wind;
And where rich lamps ’mid graceful arches gleamed
O’er gilded walls, the gorgeous sunlight streamed.
The turtle dove had hushed her plain on shore, —
The whirring locusts of the woods were still —
The listening willows leaned the waters o’er —
While drooped the blue-eyed hare-bell with a thrill
Through all its filmy foliage, at the sound