Her First Season.
(Sonnet.)
- HE gazed her over, from her eyebrows down
- Even to her feet: he gazed so with the good
- Undoubting faith of fools, much as who should
- Accost God for a comrade. In the brown
Of all her curls he seemed to think the town
- Would make an acquisition; but her hood
Was not the newest fashion, and his brood
- Of lady-friends might scarce approve her gown.
If I did smile, 'twas faintly; for my cheeks
- Burned, thinking she'd be shown up to be sold,
And cried about, in the thick jostling run
- Of the loud world, till all the weary weeks
- Should bring her back to herself and to the old
Familiar face of nature and the sun.
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