Reminding me of distant, dear-loved home.
On one side knelt the men, their simple dress
A shirt and trowsers of coarse cotton cloth:
On the other side were women and young girls,
Their glossy tresses braided with much taste,
And on their necks all wore a kerchief gay,
And some a knot of riband in their hair.
How like they look’d, save in their dusky skin,
To a fair group of English village maids!
Yet far superior in their graceful forms;