Classic Poem

I.

" What seek ye, Nannette, " said a damsel fair
To a girl, who stood with raven hair
Before a looking glass daily,
And glanc'd on her features, and often o'er
The mirror's bright surface she stood before,
While an hour or two pass'd gaily.

II.

The girl, who sought her blushes to hide,
Between a laugh and whisper, replied —
" My dear, a Cavalier stately,
" Whom I slily ask'd, if his lordship knew
" The secret, and if he'd tell it me too —
" Where Love had flown to lately?

III.

" He bid me look in my mirror bright,
" And there I'd find the wand'ring sprite,
" The sweetest of airial creatures:
" And he's right — for, as you enter'd, the boy
" Sprung up from one of his bowers of joy,
" And settled all over my features."