Her gown was of vermilion silk

Her gown was of vermilion silk, and her hood was all of lace,

And ev'ry movement, as she came, was full of dainty grace.

I doff'd my cap and bowed, and said, "I venture to suppose

You are the garden spirit of a lily or a rose."

She passed me by without a smile, and with her peacock fan

Express'd disdain, such cold disdain as none but Lady Lovely can.