Note 510 — Chapter VI
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White is the maid, and white the robe around her, With buds and roses and thin grasses pied; Enwreathéd folds of golden tresses crowned her, Shadowing her forehead fair with modest pride: The wild wood smiled; the thicket, where he found her, To ease his anguish, bloomed on every side: Serene she sits, with gesture queenly mild, And with her brow tempers the tempests wild.
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Reclined he found her on the swarded grass In jocund mood; and garlands she had made Of every flower that in the meadow was, Or on her robe of many hues displayed; But when she saw the youth before her pass, Raising her timid head awhile she stayed; Then with her white hand gathered up her dress, And stood, lap full of flowers, in loveliness.