Hail the golden dawn, as she greets the dewy air. Eyes to shame a little fawn, and flowing locks so fair. Perfect features to behold, a calmness to embrace. Wildest dreams, and darkest fears, complete her pretty face. A mind like flashing lightning, a soul like glass so clear. Childlike wonder, so exciting, a heart with mirthful cheer. Roots as steady as oaken tree, growing by the river. Countless men will come to see, but only one, will she call hither.