Thy lovely cheek, where the rich, red glow
Of the warm blood melts through the virgin snow,
Is sweetly blending in one rich dye
The woven beauties of earth and sky;
Truth, holy truth in its freshness dwells
Deep, deep in thy dark eyes’ shaded wells,
And fancies wild from their clear depths gleam,
Like shadows of stars from a trembling stream,
And thy thoughts are a dream of Eden’s bowers,
And thy words are garlands of flowers, bright flowers.