Clad in a simple snowy cambric frock,
And all the budding beauty of Sixteen!
And as she held her racquet banjo-wise,
While dreamily she trifled with its strings,
I sketched the merry maiden as she stood,
And sang a lazy lay beneath the lime.
An impudent down-tilted sailor hat—
Begirt with sheeny ribbon lily white—
That throws in shade a pair of pure grey eyes—
Dark-lashed, delightful, luminous, and sweet—