I MET Louisa in the shade, <br />And, having seen that lovely Maid, <br />Why should I fear to say <br />That, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong, <br />And down the rocks can leap along <br />Like rivulets in May? <br /> <br />She loves her fire, her cottage-home; <br />Yet o'er the moorland will she roam <br />In weather rough and bleak; <br />And, when against the wind she strains, <br />Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains <br />That sparkle on her cheek. <br /> <br />Take all that's mine 'beneath the moon,' <br />If I with her but half a noon <br />May sit beneath the walls <br />Of some old cave, or mossy nook, <br />When up she winds along the brook <br />To hunt the waterfalls.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/louisa-after-accompanying-her-on-a-mountain-excursion/
