Doomed

As the White Snow crowns the Hills, and the arms
of Ether fills,
With the lustre of its loveliness — a presence as of
light,
And it looks up in Heaven's face with all a Virgin's
trusting grace:

So the Maiden walkt on Purity's white height.
But the Snow will blush for bliss, at the red Dawn's
fervent kiss;

And fall from its high throne, and lose the bright-
ness from its brow;
And be trodden on the. high ways, and be trampled in
the bye ways:
So the Maiden's life is stain'd and trampled now.