Rose

Sweet Margeret’s laugh can make

Her whole plump body shake.

Jane’s cherry lips can show

Their white stones in a row.

A soft June smile steals out

Of Mary’s April pout.

Sweet creatures swim and play

In Maud’s blue pools all day.

But when Rose walks abroad,

Jane, Margeret, Mary, Maud,

Do stand as little chance

To throw a lovely glance,

As the Moon that’s in the sky

While still the Sun is high.