L. M. Montgomery 
Kilmeny of the Orchard [EPUB ebook] 

‚Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny?s face;
As still was her look, and as still was her ee,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Such beauty bard may never declare,
For there was no pride nor passion there;
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Her seymar was the lily flower,
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye
That floats along the twilight sea.‘