And ’mid the cooling wave in gladness sports
His ivory limbs, nor heeds the near approach
Of roaming bard, or red-cheeked factory girl,
Who climbs the rustic bridge, nor casts an eye
Toward her Leander, naked in the flood.
On such fair maidens no Duennas wait,
To scare young love from answering love away;
No convent-gates are closed to bar her will,
Nor Hotspur brothers, armed with deadly steel,
In secret wait to guard that honor safe,