Are back again with childhood’s hour.
Thou, thou, a bright-eyed laughing girl,
With voice as sweet as summer glee,
And hair upon whose clustering curl
The sunbeams rested gloriously.
Footsteps, as light as legends tell,
By moonlight gather on the lawn,
Scarce shake the dew-drops from the cell
Of some down-looking lily bell,
That opens to the ardent dawn.