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In virgin fearlessness, with step that seemed

Caught from the pressure of elastic turf

Upon the mountains, gemmed with morning dew,

In the prime morn of sweetest scents and airs;

Serious and thoughtful was her mind, and yet,

By reconcilement, exquisite and rare,

The form, port, motions, of this cottage girl,

Were such as might have quickened or inspired

A Titian's hand, addressed to picture forth

Oread or Dryad, glancing through the shade,

What time the hunter's earliest horn is heard

Startling the golden hills.