SHE sat alone by the gray stone-wall, All in her gown of red; The lilies behind her, straight and tall, Bent over to kiss With light caress The curls on her bonnie head. She saw not Love as he passed below, Her eyes on the west were turned; She heard no sound of his footstep slow, Her thoughts so intent On the beauty blent Where the sunset flamed and burned. He passed but once, and the vision fleet He hid in his heart for aye; She woke not out of her day-dream sweet, -- All unaware, The maiden fair, That Love passed by that day. |