Phœbe Dawson
gaily cross’d the Green,
In haste to see, and happy to be seen:
Her air, her manners, all who saw admired;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display’d,
And ease of heart her every look convey’d;
A native skill her simple robes express’d,
As with untutor’d elegance she dress’d;
The lads around admired so fair a sight,