Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In frisking light, and in the fragrant air, And in the silvery stream, the solitary eye?
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In frisking light, and in the fragrant air, And in the silvery stream, the solitary eye?