There Was A Beautiful Spirit In Her Air, As Of A Fay At Revel. Hidden Springs, Too Delicate For Knowledge, Should Be There, Moving Her Gently Like Invisible Wings; And Then Her Lip Out-Blushing The Red Fruit That Bursts With Ripeness In The Autumn Time, And The Arch Eye You Would Not Swear Was Mute, And The Clear Cheek, As Of A Purer Clime, And The Low Tone, Soft As A Pleasant Flute Sent Over Water With The Vesper Chime; And Then Her Forehead With Its Loose, Dark Curl, And The Bewildering Smile That Made Her Mouth Like A Torn Rose-Leaf Moistened Of The South - She Has An Angel'S Gifts - The Radiant Girl!