The white woods walk
About the hills
To the lady of lure
Before the rills

Light gently danced within the shade
As she laid upon the leafy glade

The river rolled beneath her feet
While birds sang clear behind the leaves
Upon her crown the sun lay bare
A garland sat in braided weaves

As she rose the wind etched by
And left the hills with a silent sigh

She danced upon the waters edge
Upon leaves and flowers beneath her feet
Softly rippling with every step
With the water that brushed the wild wheat

Beneath the cold mountains of gray
And beechen woods that softly sway

Her sun weighed hair laced with gold
Fell with mantle through the ferns
And it is for her sweet loving gaze
That each known mortal yearns