Part 4 — AD CHLOEN, M. A.
Reading edition
(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 cerulean 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.
Mortimer Collins [1827-1876]