The eyes of a deer she had; poised yet unassuming And possessed with impish beauty, her gaze averted, now resuming To assume a countenance beguiling and alluring. All the night she’d naked dance with flowers in her locks. Retiring by the day she’d rest her cheek upon a fox. We’d walk the forest shade beneath the dark and sunless pines Yet with a glance she’d part the boughs to let the sunlight shine. Her step and skip across the stones was delicate and airy. Thus concluded I, that she must be a fairy.