I know a maiden with a laughing face, br And springing feet like wings;—the light that flies br Forth from the radiant dancing of her eyes br Is full of mischievous and mirthful grace. br I know a maiden you might scarce think fair br The first time that across your path she past, br And suddenly you would be fettered fast br In the thick meshes of her chestnut hair, br And in her floating motions gay and glad, br And in the sparkling triumph of her mirth: br Like summer rain-showers twinkling to the earth, br Through sudden sun-gleams, when the wind is mad, br When all the shrubberies rock in rustling glee, br And clouds of blossoms fall from every tree.