Æglamour.
HERE! she was wont to go! and here!
and here!
Just where those Daisies, Pinks, and Violets grow:
The world may find the spring just 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 sow'd'em with her odorous Foot.