And soft as lips that laugh and hide
The laughing leaves of the tree divide,
And screen from seeing and leave in sight
The god pursuing, the maiden hid.
Atalanta in Calydon (1865) chorus 'When the hounds of spring'
And soft as lips that laugh and hide
The laughing leaves of the tree divide,
And screen from seeing and leave in sight
The god pursuing, the maiden hid.
Atalanta in Calydon (1865) chorus 'When the hounds of spring'