So thin, so round, so slim, so neat,
The buckle fairly hid it all,
And seemed to sink it with the weight.
And just above the spangled shoe,
Where many an eye did often glance,
Sweetly retiring from the view,
And seen by stealth, and seen by chance;
Two slender ankles peeping out,
Stood like Love’s heralds, to declare,
That all within the petticoat