A path across a meadow fair and sweet, br Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet, br A path worn wmooth by his impetuous feet. br A straight, swift path-and at its end, a star br Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar, br And her soft eyes, more luminous by far! br br A path across the meadow fair and sweet, br Still sweet and fair where blooms and grasses meet- br A path worn smooth by his reluctant feet.