Lucy

Lucy is a golden girl ;
But a man — a man should woo her !
They who seek her shrink aback,
When they should, like storms, pursue her.

All her smiles are hid in light ;
All her hair is lost in splendour ;
But she hath the eyes of Night,
And a heart that's over-tender.

Yet,— the foolish suitors fly,
(Is't excess of dread or duty ?)
From the starlight of her eye,
Leaving to neglect her beauty !

Men by fifty seasons taught,
Leave her to a young beginner,
Who, without a second thought,
Whispers, wooes, and straight must win her.

Lucy is a golden girl !
Toast her in a goblet brimming !
May the man that wins her wear
On his heart the Rose of Women !