YES! under the lindens, my dear friend, Thy yearnings may satisfied be; The fairest of womankind here, friend, All walking together, thou'lt see. How charming they look, how delicious, In gay silken garments all dress'd! A certain poet judicious "Walking flowers" has named them in jest. How very charming each bonnet! Each Turkish shawl, how it gleams! Each cheek, what a bright glow upon it! Each neck, how swanlike it seems! |