The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

56. Oh, she is a golden girl,

But a man—a man should woo her!

They who seek her shrink aback,

When they should like storms pursue her.

Barry Cornwall.

57. She is soft as the dew-drops that fall

From the lip of the sweet-scented pea;

Perhaps when she smiled upon all,