Her First Season

He gazed her over, from her eyebrows down
  Even to her feet: he gazed so with the good
  Undoubting faith of fools, much as who should
  Accost God for a comrade. In the brown
  Of all her curls he seemed to think the town
  Would make an acquisition; but her hood
  Was not the newest fashion, and his brood
  Of lady-friends might scarce approve her gown.
  If I did smile, 'twas faintly; for my cheeks
  Burned, thinking she'd be shown up to be sold,
  And cried about, in the thick jostling run
  Of the loud world, till all the weary weeks
  Should bring her back to herself and to the old
  Familiar face of nature and the sun.