Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Forest MaidWilliam Cullen Bryant (17941878)
O
Thy birth was in the forest shades;
And all the beauty of the place
Is in thy heart and on thy face.
Is in the light shade of thy locks;
Thy step is as the wind that weaves
Its playful way among the leaves.
And silent waters heaven is seen;
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.
Are not more sinless than thy breast;
The holy peace that fills the air
Of those calm solitudes is there.