Poems (Truesdell)/Annie Adair
ANNIE ADAIR.
"There's not in this wide world" A maiden more fair Than the one I love best, My sweet Annie Adair!
Soft, soft are her tresses Of fair golden hue, But more soft are her bright eyes Of loveliest blue.
Her form 's like a sylph, Her step's like a fawn, As gayly she trips Over meadow and lawn.
The violet scarce bends 'Neath her delicate tread, And the lily just bows down Its beautiful head.
There's not in this wide world A maiden more fair Than the one I love best, My sweet Annie Adair!