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  I met Louisa in the shade;

  And, having seen that lovely Maid,

  Why should I fear to say

  That she is ruddy, fleet, and strong;

  And down the rocks can leap along,

  Like rivulets in May?

  And she hath smiles to earth unknown;

  Smiles, that with motion of their own

  Do spread, and sink, and rise;

  That come and go with endless play, 10

  And ever, as they pass away,

  Are hidden in her eyes.

  She loves her fire, her Cottage-home;

  Yet o'er the moorland will she roam

  In weather rough and bleak;

  And when against the wind she strains,

  Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains

  That sparkle on her cheek.

  Take all that's mine 'beneath the moon',

  If I with her but half a noon 20

  May sit beneath the walls

  Of some old cave, or mossy nook,

  When up she winds along the brook,

  To hunt the waterfalls.