Ad Chloen, M.A.

(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 cærulean 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.