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She showed me how to descend,
And returned again to the house;
Into the garden I went,
My eyes on the gravel bent,
I suddenly looked o'er the glades,
At the sight of such beautiful maids.
Two lovely creatures at play,
Brightened all like the lightning's flash;
Though their heads were half turned from me,
Yet the beauty I could see,
Annie, whose ringlets fell
In shining masses of jet,
As a pearl mid diamonds set.
Annie, whose eyes flashed bright,
Of a dark, rich, hazel hue, Like leaves in Autumn fallen,
Glistening in morning dew.
Annie, whose form was cast
In symmetry, softness, and grace,
Whose figure and stature matched
Annie, the first-born child,
Gently and kindly reared,
Eva, o'er whose shoulders
Left to float on the breezes,
Eva, whose eyes, like Annie's,
With a light as mild and soft
Eva, whose form not yet
Had grown to womanly mould,
Whose cheeks bloomed beautifully fair, 'Neath the tresses of shining gold.
Eva, whose years had scarce
Matured her beauty and grace, Stood lovely amidst bright beams,
With a smile on her beautiful face.
There was on Annie's lips
The slightest expression of pride,
A curl of conscious worth,
There flashed from the depth of her eyes
A spark of power and will, Not to be easily curbed;
'Twas that held me so still.
On Eva's face a smile
Of sweet recognition appeared; Frank and free as the morn,
When the lark in the cloud is heard.
A softened light in her eye,
Speaking the warmth of the soul;
Her movements were childlike still,
Both seemed conscious at once
But Eva instantly knew,
As surf on the pebbly shore,
Annie also drew near,
But a little more reserved,
Both girls remembered old times When we met but two years ago; Years past, although only two,
Seemed spent in distant climes.
Those, happy hours spent,
With two little maidens bright,
Into memory's store-rooms went.
Now, revived once more
By the cheerful voices and smiles,
All returned bright and gay, And sweet recollections bore.
I joined them in their game;
Croquet is charming in May.
Fashionable, too, it has grown, And deserves its present fame.
Healthful in open air,
Played 'neath a summer sky,
When the grass is short and dry, And nature blooms smiling and fair.
At once relieving the mind,
Improving the bodily health.
Arise! sick man, and play,
True! you can flirt while you play;
Young people are ever the same.
Love lends soul to a game, On a smiling summer's day.
We played for a brief half-hour, »
Till a dinner-bell ringing we hear;
Each adorns with a favourite flower.