. The poets' New England. future LadyWentworth: Just then the meditations of the EarlWere interrupted by a little girl,Barefooted, ragged, with neglected full of laughter, neck and shoulders bare;A thin slip of a girl, like a new to be rounded into beauty soon;A creature men would worship and now in mean habiliments she boreA pail of water, dripping through the bathing, as she went, her naked feet. It was a pretty picture, full of grace,—The slender form, the delicate, thin face;The swaying motion, as she hurried by;The shining feet, the laughter in
. The poets' New England. future LadyWentworth: Just then the meditations of the EarlWere interrupted by a little girl,Barefooted, ragged, with neglected full of laughter, neck and shoulders bare;A thin slip of a girl, like a new to be rounded into beauty soon;A creature men would worship and now in mean habiliments she boreA pail of water, dripping through the bathing, as she went, her naked feet. It was a pretty picture, full of grace,—The slender form, the delicate, thin face;The swaying motion, as she hurried by;The shining feet, the laughter in her oer her face in ripples gleamed and in her pail the shifting sunbeams danced. What next, upon that memorable his attention, was a gayAnd brilliant equipage, that flashed and silver harness glittering in the sun,Outriders with red jackets, lithe and lank,Pounding the saddles as they rose and sank;While all alone within the chariot satA portly person, with three-cornered hat,. E-i o o PL, THE POETS NEW ENGLAND 125 A crimson velvet coat, head high in air,Gold-headed cane, and nicely powdered hair,And diamond buckles sparkling at his knees;Dignified, stately, florid, much at the pageant swept, and as it passed,Fair Mistress Stavers courtesied low and fast;For this was Governor Wentworth driving downTo Little Harbor, just beyond the town,Where his Great House stood looking out to sea,A goodly place where it was good to be. The barefooted charmer becomes the Governorshousemaid, and in due time his wife. Upon her wed-ding day she appears,— A maiden, modest and yet and beautiful and simply this be Martha It must be!Yes, Martha Hilton, and no other she!Dowered with the beauty of her twenty ladylike, how queenlike she appears;The pale, thin crescent of the days gone byIs Dian now, in all her majesty. Regardless of truth, Longfellow has made a verypretty story of this marri
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