I wish I didn’t envy Her so much,
But I do.
She floats when She walks,
She sings when She talks,
Every heart beats with joy at her Smile.
She is loved by many and hated by none:
She is beauty in the n’th degree.
She outshines even the brightest sun-
She steals all my light from me.
She is a blue jay flying in the summer sun
While I am only a crow.
She sings of fragrant, balmy nights to come
And enjoy those reveries that I will never know.