Behold the lady in a shade o' Cherry -
Ah ! I scream ! Am I awake or just in  a day dream?
On her fly, in the blue sky, like a fairy.
Carrying feathery cloud on her wing,
Dancing all falling dews, in a great joy
In her arm of full swing.
A tinge of blush, in hiding face -
Sunshine confused, moonlight in mess,
Carrying a cold fire, that she dare-
A wilder storm  in dark eye,
In a enamored glance, in a shy
Like a descending fountain from the high,
With a mind, immeasurable deeper than the  sky.