Standard Selections / A Collection and Adaptation of Superior Productions from Best Authors for Use in Class Room and on the Platform

by Unknown

A sun-browned youth and maid were seen

Jogging along the winding road.

Blue were the arches of the skies;

But bluer were that maiden's eyes.

The dewdrops on the grass were bright;

But brighter was the loving light

That sparkled 'neath the long-fringed lid,

Where those bright eyes of blue were hid;

Adown the shoulders brown and bare

Rolled the soft waves of golden hair,