Classic Poem

At early dawn I once had been
Where Lene's blue waters flow,
When summer bid the groves be green,
The lamp to light to glow.
As on by bower, and town, and tower,
And widespread fields I stray,
I meet a maid in teh greenwood shade
At the dawning of the day.

Her feet and beauteous head were bare,
No mantle fair she wore;
But down her waist fell golden hair,
That swept the tall grass o'er
With milking-pail she sought the vale,
And bright her charms' display;
Outshining far the morning star
At the dawning of the day.

Beside me sat teh maid divine
Where grassy banks outspread.
" Oh, let me call theee ever mine,
Dear maid," I sportive said.
" False man, for shame, why bring me blame?"
She cried, and burst away —
The sun's first light pursued her flight
At the dawing of the day.