She ia iu tho east ready for the sim Upon a cloudloss morning. Oh, hei oheak Hath caught tho trick of that fint delicate streak Which saya earth's lightward foetetepi ham beguu ! And still her brow is like soine Eirotic linight Which never knows the l'ull hot flash of noon ; She wears the seal of Mny and Dot of June ; Slie is the uew day furthest off from night ! Luiing in promises of all ilaintiost sweetnesB ; A bud with crimson rifting through its green ; The large, clear eyes, so shy their lids between, (rive hints of this deal' wonder' neiir rompleteDflf). For wheu the bud ia fair, and full, like this, We kuow that tliere will be a queen of roses, Before her cloistor'a emerald gate unclows. And her truo knight unlocks hor with a kiss f And gftzing on the young moon fnshioned slightly, A silver uipher mlaid on the bluo, For all that she is strango and ulini and nawj We know she will grow in glory nightly. And deur to loving eyes as that first look The watcher getteth of the far white aait, This new light on her face ; she doth prevail Upon us like a rare unopened book 1 Jlidjipii jUps.