( FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION )

Lady , very fair are you,
And your eyes are very blue,
— — And your hose;
And your brow is like the snow,
And the various things you know
— — Goodness knows.

And the rose-flush on your cheek,
And your algebra and Greek
— — Perfect are;
And that loving lustrous eye
Recognizes in the sky
— — Every star.

You have pouting piquant lips,
You can doubtless an eclipse
— — Calculate;
But for your cerulean hue,
I had certainly from you
— — Met my fate.

If by an arrangement dual
I were Adams mixed with Whewell,
— — Then some day
I, as wooer, perhaps might come
To so sweet an Artium
— — Magistra.