The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker/On seeing Miss S. T. E. crossing the Hudson

Tis she, upon the sapphire flood,
 * Whose charms the world surprise,

Whose praises, chanted in the wood,
 * Are wafted to the skies,

To view the heaven of her eyes,
 * Where'er the light barque moves,

The green hair'd sisters, smiling, rise
 * From out their sea-girt groves.

E'en Neptune quits his glassy caves,
 * And calls out from afar,

'So Venus look'd, when o'er the waves
 * 'She drove her pearly car.'

He bids the winds to caves retreat,
 * And there confin'd to roar:

'But here,' said he, 'forbear to breathe,
 * 'Till Susan comes on shore.'