A SONNET ON A BONNET.

A film of lace and a droop of feather, With sky-blue ribbons to knot them together; A facing (at times) of bronze-brown tresses, Into whose splendor each furbelow presses; Two strings of blue to fall in a tangle, And chain of pink chin In decorous angle; The tip of the plume right artfully twining Where a firm neck steals under the lining; And the curls and braids, the plume and the laces. Circle about the shyest of faces, Bonnet there is not frames dimples sweeter! Bonnet there is not that shades eyes completer! Fated is he that but glances upon it, Sighing to dream of that face in the bonnet. —Winnifred Wise Jenks.