THE CHARMING GIRL OF SOMERSET.

By magic spell was I entranced When on me first thy brown eyes glanced, And sunbeams played at hide and seek Thro' silken ringlets on thy dimpling cheek, And like some glorious halo shed Their radiance o'er thy shapely head— And seemed as if they loved to dwell Where'er thy airy footsteps fell! And in my dreams I see thee now— The pearly teeth—the arching brow— The form that mocks the sculptor's art To add one curve that could impart More beauty and more witching grace, Or chisel out a sweeter face! Blest be the hour when first I met This charming girl of Somerset!