A Spring O'Erhung With Many A Flow'R, The Grey Sand Dancing In Its Bed, Embank'D Beneath A Hawthorn Bower, Sent Forth Its Waters Near My Head: A Rosy Lass Approach'D My View; I Caught Her Blue Eye'S Modest Beam: The Stranger Nodded 'How D'Ye Do!' And Leap'D Across The Infant Stream. The Water Heedless Pass'D Away: With Me Her Glowing Image Stay'D. I Strove, From That Auspicious Day, To Meet And Bless The Lovely Maid. I Met Her Where Beneath Our Feet Through Downy Moss The Wild-Thyme Grew; Nor Moss Elastic, Flow'Rs Though Sweet, Match'D Hannah'S Cheek Of Rosy Hue. I Met Her Where The Dark Woods Wave, And Shaded Verdure Skirts The Plain; And When The Pale Moon Rising Gave New Glories To Her Cloudy Train. From Her Sweet Cot Upon The Moor Our Plighted Vows To Heaven Are Flown; Truth Made Me Welcome At Her Door, And Rosy Hannah Is My Own.