Poems (Truesdell)/Annie Adair

by Helen Truesdell

ANNIE ADAIR.

"There's not in this wide world"
 A maiden more fair
Than the one I love best,
 My sweet Annie Adair!

Soft, soft are her tresses
 Of fair golden hue,
But more soft are her bright eyes
 Of loveliest blue.

Her form 's like a sylph,
 Her step's like a fawn,
As gayly she trips
 Over meadow and lawn.

The violet scarce bends
 'Neath her delicate tread,
And the lily just bows down
 Its beautiful head.

There's not in this wide world
 A maiden more fair
Than the one I love best,
 My sweet Annie Adair!