A LASS FROM

A lass from the woods With a leaf in her hair! And the rain of the night And the wind of the morn, They both quivered right; For my spirit forlorn In a garment of white And a laugh newly born Sprang in maddest of moods Like a blossom in air To the kiss of the sun And the curl of the breeze, Caught the cobwebs begun In the hush of the trees All my beatings were one With the swirl of the seas. Dead the creature that broods In a tangle of care; There's a lass from the woods With a leaf in her hair!