At last you sport your thinnest frocks, fair maid,
Sweet Chloe, Phyllis, Pyrrha, prim or fast.
Now Amaryllis dallies in the shade
At last.
At last Neæra's hair is undisturbed,
Not out of curl from damp, nor by the blast
In tangles blown. She smiles quite unperturbed
At last.
At last. But soon the rain, the fog, the haze
May spoil light frocks that now sweep gaily past.