Soft baby dimples fly,
As fear or pleasure give each other place
When wonders multiply;
Then Gold-locks—summers nine their goldenest
Have showered on her head,
And tinted it, of all the colors best,
Warm robin-red breast red;
Then, close at hand, on lowly haunches set,
With pricked up, tasseled ear,
Is Tony, little cleared-eyed spaniel pet,