In Spreading Mantle To My Chin Conceald, I Trod The Rocky Path, So Steep And Grey, Then To The Wintry Plain I Bent My Way Uneasily, To Flight My Bosom Steel'D. But Sudden Was The Newborn Day Reveal'D: A Maiden Came, In Heavenly Bright Array, Like The Fair Creatures Of The Poet'S Lay In Realms Of Song. My Yearning Heart Was Heal'D. Yet Turn'D I Thence, Till She Had Onward Pass'D, While Closer Still The Folds To Draw I Tried, As Though With Heat Self-Kindled To Grow Warm; But Follow'D Her. She Stood. The Die Was Cast! No More Within My Mantle Could I Hide; I Threw It Off, She Lay Within Mine Arm.