And I see them,—see them over the sea,
As I saw them when youth still dwelt with me,—
The brown-eyed girls of Jersey!
They are Quakers, half,—half maids of Spain;
Half Yankees, with fiery Southern brain;
They are English, French,—they are Irish elves;
They are better than all, in being themselves!
They are coaxing things,—then wild and coy;
They are full of tears,—full of mirth and joy.
They madden the brain like rich old wine: