Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Fisher-Maiden
THE FISHER-MAIDEN
Her smile is like the morning bright When shines the glorious sun,Her eyes are like the flashing light From out the diamond stone.
Her lips are like the cherry red— They hide such teeth of pearl,And when by laughter they are spread There's such a tempting curl.
Faint blushes play upon her cheeks, Like ripples on the Nile,I'd like to catch one as it streaks From dimple into smile.
I love her well and told her so When we were out to-day,—She answered me so soft and low And did not say me nay.