HAIDÉE ENTERING THE CAVE. AND Haidée met the morning face to face; That overpowers some Alpine river's rush, Or the Red Sea-but the sea is not red. And down the cliff the island virgin came, And near the cave her quick light footsteps drew, While the sun smiled on her with his first flame, And young Aurora kiss'd her lips with dew, Taking her for a sister; just the same Mistake you would have made on seeing the two, Although the mortal, quite as fresh and fair, Had all the advantage, too, of not being air. |