Footsteps

The treadAnd hears them never pause, but pass and die.

— Footsteps

There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye YearAnd little Footsteps lightly print the ground.

— Footsteps

And so to treadNor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.

— Footsteps

Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!

— Footsteps

A foot more light, a step more true,Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.

— Footsteps

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.

— Footsteps

Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,The lovely, lordly creature floated on.

— Footsteps

Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.

— Footsteps