Musa Burschicosa :: :: University of Virginia Library

O have you seen, and do you know,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
So light of limb,
So fine and trim,
That treads the mead at Dalnacorra?
If you have not,
I weep your lot,
All other joys are shades of sorrow
To whoso knows
The light that flows
From her bright eyes at Dalnacorra!

O have you seen, and do you know,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
With sunny sheen
Who skims the green
And charms the sod at Dalnacorra?
If you have not,
I weep your lot,

All other joys are shades of sorrow
To him who warms
Beneath the charms
Of her sweet grace at Dalnacorra!

O have you seen, and do you know,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
Who takes in toils
Of winsome smiles
Each vagrant heart at Dalnacorra?
No finer bliss
On earth I wis
From poet's dream a wight may borrow,
Than just to lie
Beneath her eye,
Sunned by sweet love at Dalnacorra!

O have you seen, and do you know,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
Who flings so light
Her fancies bright
Like winged flowers at Dalnacorra?
On whom she pours
Her witching stores,
He counts all pleasures shades of sorrow,
Flings to the rooks
His Greekish books
And reads her eyes at Dalnacorra!

O have you seen, and do you know,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
Whose clear voice rings
Like bird that sings
In greening groves at Dalnacorra?
If you have not,
I weep your lot,
Beside the swirling pools of Corra;
On thrilling hymns
He floats and swims
Who drinks her words at Dalnacorra!

O if you knew, as I have known,
The lovely maid of Dalnacorra,
With sparkling cheer
Like fountain clear
On purple brae at Dalnacorra,
O then you'd think
On rapture's brink
All other joys are shades of sorrow;
But let me die
Beneath her eye,
And smile at death in Dalnacorra!