Aeglamour's Soliloquy

• Here she was wont to go, and here, and here,
• Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow!
• The world may find the spring by following her,
• For other print her airy steps ne'er left.
• Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
• Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk.
• But like the soft west wind she shot along;
• And where she went, the flowers took thickest root,
• As she had sowed 'em with her odorous foot.