What thy name, august, may be,
Fairest! first reveal to me!"
She.
"I am come from Heaven's domain:
If I spoke it ne'er so plain
You my name could never hear
As the Angels say it there.
Flying past your little star,
All so fair it looked, afar—
Silvery sea and snow-tipped hill—
That I had an idle will
Once to set my foolish feet
On those flowers that shone so sweet.
So I laid my robe aside
In the tree which you espied:
And, without it—shame and woe!
To my home I cannot go!"
He.
"Loveliest Lady! little mind
Had I, at the first, my find
Ever to surrender. Now
