Hail, Lady

Hail, O Lady of vision proud and old!
Hail, O Lady of the Snows deep and cold!
Thou walkest in winter, Thy cold face weeping,
Thy cold mantle the last leaves of autumn sweeping,
Thy pale feet turning the brooks to ice with leaping.

Hail, O Lady of vision fair and bright!
Hail, O Lady of the Leaves and the Light!
Thou walkest in springtime, Thy green face smiling,
Thy flowered mantle the flowers deep-piling,
Thy verdant feet on the thawing brooks idling.

Hail, O Lady of vision strong and rife!
Hail, O Lady of the Forest and Life!
Thou walkest in summer, Thy sun face glowing,
Thy waxy mantle seducing the wind from blowing,
Thy sparkling feet on the sunlit surface of brooks going.

Hail, O Lady of vision shy and frail!
Hail, O Lady of the Fading and the Pale!
Thou walkest in autumn, Thy red face gleaming,
Thy burning mantle soothing the trees to dreaming,
Thy stately face calming the brooks from streaming.

Hail, Lady!