Across the heath the day-gleam creeps,
The landscape glows with radiance fair
Above the hill the sun-god peeps,
And flings the points of glory there.
In bosky dell and upland glade,
Dame Nature sets her signet bright—
Where rippling rill and mossy fen
Flash glistening in the glorious light.
Now comes the bride, a sylvan sprite,
Bedecked in robes of spotless hue;