The Charming Girl of Somerset
By magic spell was I entranced
When on me first thy brown eyes glanced,
And sunbeams played at hide and seek
Thro’ silken ringlets on thy dimpling cheek,
And like some glorious halo shed
Their radiance o’er thy shapely head—
And seemed as if they loved to dwell
Where’er thy airy footsteps fell!
And in my dreams I see thee now—
The pearly teeth—the arching brow—
The form that mocks the sculptor’s art
To add one curve that could impart
More beauty and more witching grace,
Or chisel out a sweeter face!
Blest be the hour when first I met
This charming girl of Somerset!