The Nymph
Crowned in moonlit cloud,
she who makes the roses blush and bow,
her of whom the willows wail,
whose very breath the wind doth chase,
she who glides through moonshone glenn and o’er starbrowed hill,
her of whom the lark doth sing,
clad in woven gladegrass,
she who heralds spring
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