In spreading mantle to my chin concealed,
⁠I trod the rocky path so steep and gray,
⁠Then to the wintry plain I bent my way
Uneasily, to flight my bosom steeled.

But sudden was the new-born day revealed.
⁠A maiden came, in heavenly bright array,
⁠Like the fair creatures of the poet's lay
In realms of song. My yearning heart was healed!

Yet turned I thence, till she had onward passed,
⁠While closer still the folds to draw I tried,
⁠⁠As though with heat self-kindled to grow warm;
But followed her. She stood. The die was cast!
⁠No more within my mantle could I hide;
⁠⁠I threw it off,—she lay within mine arm.