Yes! she was very fair to view;
Mark well that forehead’s ivory hue,
That speaking eye, whose glance of pride
The silken lashes scarce can hide,
E’en when, as now, its wonted fire
Is paled with weeping o’er her sire;
Those scornful lips that part to show
The pearl-like teeth in even row,
That dimpled chin, so round and fair,
The clusters of her raven hair,