The tint of a night in the still summer weather
Her tight-fitting habit just serves to unfold,
While delicate cuffs are scarce fastened together
By dainty-wrought fetters of turquoise and gold.
Ah! climax of sweet, girlish, neutral devices—
What smiles for the winners, for losers what sighs!—
She has twined her fair hair with the colours of Isis,
While those of the Cam glitter bright in her eyes!