What should I do? I could not tell readily.
A maiden rowed by who had soft sunny hair,
Whose dimples and eyes were beyond all compare—
This Water-Girl was so uncommonly fair!
But only to think, as I pondered there wearily,
And gazed at the Abbey, and thought it a bore,
She leant on her sculls, and she offered most cheerily
To row me across to the opposite shore!
I said, "How kind!" She pouted capriciously!
I stepped aboard, and she smiled deliciously!