Gave signal sweet in that old hall
Of hands across and down the middle,
Hers was the subtlest spell by far

Of all that sets young hearts romancing: She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced-O Heaven, her dancing!

Dark was her hair; her hand was white;
Her voice was exquisitely tender;
Her eyes were full of liquid light;
I never saw a waist so slender;
Her every look, her every smile,

Shot right and left a score of arrows:
I thought 't was Venus from her isle,
I wondered where she'd left her spar-