A LASS FROM

A lass from the woods

With a leaf in her hair!

And the rain of the night

And the wind of the morn,

They both quivered right;

For my spirit forlorn

In a garment of white

And a laugh newly born

Sprang in maddest of moods

Like a blossom in air

To the kiss of the sun

And the curl of the breeze,

Caught the cobwebs begun

In the hush of the trees

All my beatings were one

With the swirl of the seas.

Dead the creature that broods

In a tangle of care;

There's a lass from the woods

With a leaf in her hair.