But lets the sunshine kiss her ripe red lips,
And mocking the carnation of her cheek,
It plays about her pretty rounded chin,
And glints amid her straying sunny curls.
A white, white dress that artlessly reveals—
So exquisite its fashion and its fit—
The pouting beauty of her fair young form;
In all its dainty, dimpled girliness!
From 'neath a silken girdle at her waist
The countless gathers radiate and fall,