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But idly at that childlike form
 Fierce Winter flung his dart;
Her frolic feet had kept her warm,
 And Love was at her heart.

Her small straw bonnet backward flung,
 Her cloak blown here and there,
While drops of snow-like jewels hung
 In her disorder'd hair.—

That dimpled cheek was flush'd and bright,
 A smile was on her lip;
Her eyes were full of wild delight,
 And gay her graceful trip.

She seem'd a sunbeam in my way,
 The vision warm'd my heart,
And Memory kept the blessed ray
 Long after we did part.

Years went—again her path I've cross'd;
 Ah! from that form and face
What depth of bloom and light are lost,
 What wealth of artless grace!