II.
Love begins upon the heights,
As o’er snowy summits sail
First the dewy matin lights
Destined soon to reach the vale:
Love-touched maidens must not grieve
That morn of love hath noon and eve!
III.
Love begins with Fancy first,
Proud young Love the earth disdains
But his cold streams, mountain-nursed,
Warm them in the fruitful plains
Ere the marriage-day be sped:—
Peal the bells! The bride is wed!