Practice Typing

When we had come, where yet the tender dew Strove with the sun, and in a place, where fresh The wind breathd oer it, while it slowly dried; Both hands extended on the watery grass My master placd, in graceful act and kind. Whence I of his intent before apprizd, Stretchd out to him my cheeks suffusd with tears. There to my visage he anew restord That hue, which the dun shades of hell conceald.