Is bleaching her summer kirtle.
The mustard and cress (can they grow apart—
Those twin-souls, cress and mustard?)
Are springing apace: they have made such a start
That the pattern is rather fluster'd:
For I made a device in the moist dark mould,
In the shape of A's and S's,
In capital letters, firm and bold,
I sow'd my mustard and cresses.
Here comes no nymph where the blue waves lisp