A Spring o'erhung with many a flow'r, br The grey sand dancing in its bed, br Embank'd beneath a Hawthorn bower, br Sent forth its waters near my head: br A rosy Lass approach'd my view; br I caught her blue eye's modest beam: br The stranger nodded 'How d'ye do!' br And leap'd across the infant stream. br br The water heedless pass'd away: br With me her glowing image stay'd. br I strove, from that auspicious day, br To meet and bless the lovely Maid. br I met her where beneath our feet br Through downy Moss the Wild-Thyme grew; br Nor Moss elastic, flow'rs though sweet, br Match'd Hannah's cheek of rosy hue. br br I met her where the dark Woods wave, br And shaded verdure skirts the plain; br And when the pale Moon rising gave br New glories to her cloudy train. br From her sweet Cot upon the Moor br Our plighted vows to Heaven are flown; br Truth made me welcome at her door, br And rosy Hannah is my own.