Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day!
The noises intermix’d, which thence resound,
Do Learning’s little tenement betray;
Where sits the dame, disguis’d in look profound,
And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblem right meet, of decency does yield;
Her apron dy’d in grain, is blue, I trowe,
As is the hare-bell that adorns the field;
And in her hand for sceptre, she does wield