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

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

The tread
Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
Who holds her heart and waits to hear read more

The tread
Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause,
And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor read more

And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.

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

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

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

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

There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The read more

There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year
By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found;
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.

Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,

Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.
[Lat., Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.]

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.
[Lat., Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.]

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

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