For, on her cheek’s soft downy rose
Love seem’d in dimples to repose;
Her clear blue eyes look’d mildly bright
Like ether drops of liquid light,
Or sapphire gems,—which Venus bore,
When, for the silver-sanded shore,
She left her native Sea!
Annetta, was the damsel’s name;
A pretty, soft, romantic sound;
Such as a lover’s heart may wound;