Jessie

When I remark her golden hair     Swoon on her glorious shoulders,     I marvel not that sight so rare     Doth ravish all beholders;     For summon hence all pretty girls     Renowned for beauteous tresses,     And you shall find among their curls     There's none so fair as Jessie's.     And Jessie's eyes are, oh, so blue     And full of sweet revealings--     They seem to look you through and through     And read your inmost feelings;     Nor black emits such ardent fires,     Nor brown such truth expresses--     Admit it, all ye gallant squires--     There are no eyes like Jessie's.     Her voice (like liquid beams that roll     From moonland to the river)     Steals subtly to the raptured soul,     Therein to lie and quiver;     Or falls upon the grateful ear     With chaste and warm caresses--     Ah, all concede the truth (who hear):     There's no such voice as Jessie's.     Of other charms she hath such store     All rivalry excelling,     Though I used adjectives galore,     They'd fail me in the telling;     But now discretion stays my hand--     Adieu, eyes, voice, and tresses.     Of all the husbands in the land     There's none so fierce as Jessie's.