The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland might
Rehearse this little tragedy aright;
Let me attempt it with an English quill;
And take, O Reader, for the deed the will.

I
       &nbsp At the foot of the mountain height
       &nbsp Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
       &nbsp In the plain below were growing white,
       &nbsp This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:

"The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom,
So fair a bride shall leave her home!
Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay,
So fair a bride shall pass to-day!"

This old Te Deum, rustic rites attending,
       &nbsp Seemed from the clouds descending;
       &nbsp When lo! a merry company
Of rosy village girls, clean as the eye,
       &nbsp Each one with her attendant swain,
Came to the cliff, all singing the same strain;
Resembling there, so near unto the sky,
Rejoicing angels, that kind Heaven has sent
For their delight and our encouragement.
       &nbsp Together blending,
       &nbsp And soon descending
       &nbsp The narrow sweep
       &nbsp Of the hillside steep,
       &nbsp They wind aslant
       &nbsp Towards Saint Amant,
       &nbsp Through leafy alleys
       &nbsp Of verdurous valleys
       &nbsp With merry sallies
       &nbsp Singing their chant: