Swinging

Two green silk ropes, with painted stand, from heights aerial swing.
And there outside the house a maid disports herself in spring.
Along the ground her blood-red skirts all swiftly swishing fly.
As though to bear her off to be an angel in the sky.
Strewed thick with fluttering almond-blooms the painted stand is seen;
The embroidered ropes flit to and fro amid the willow green.
Then when she stops and out she springs to stand with downcast eyes.
You think she is some angel just now banished from the skies.