TO TAGLIONI. <br /> <br />SPIRIT of Grace, whose airy footsteps fall <br />So lightly! sure the looker-on must be <br />Most dull of fancy who doth not recall <br />Some sweet comparison to picture thee! <br />The white snow, drifing in its soundless showers,-- <br />The young bird resting on a summer-bough,-- <br />The south-wind bending down the opening flowers,-- <br />The clear wave lifted with a gentle flow,-- <br />Rippling and bright, advancing and retreating, <br />Curling around the rock its dancing spray, <br />Like a fair child whose kiss of gentle greeting <br />Woos a companion to make holiday,-- <br />Such are the thoughts of beauty round me shed, <br />While pleased my eyes pursue thy light elastic tread.<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-8/
