By this sweet maid, at —— Races.
Lords, Commoners, alike she rules,
Takes all who view her by surprise,
Makes e’en the wisest look like fools,
Nay more, makes fox-hunters look wise.
Her shape—’tis elegance and ease,
Unspoiled by art or modern dress,
But gently tapering by degrees,
And finely, “beautifully less.”
Her foot—it was so wondrous small,