text:  Upon the borders of the velvet lawn bathed in the dews of night I beheld the gentle lady of the place; she was alone and walking pensively--now stooping not to pluck but to admire and then to leave amongst its mates some crimson beauty of the earth--now looking to the mountains of rich gold piled in the heavens one upon another changing in form and colour blending and separating as is their wondrous power and custom filling the maiden's soul with joy