"She of the Sash"

Poetry

"To her who sows every corner of the college with vigor and enchantment"

Who has seen her... and not bowed before her splendor,
humbled... enamored... murmuring: ah!
Ah, for her... if only he might clasp her... enfold her,
Ah, for her... if only he might win some of her favor —
he keeps hoping... perhaps... it may yet be...
Who has seen her... and found any other pleasing???

Who has seen her... swaying beneath the sash
like sweet dew... on the brow of morning?
Dawn laid down her color upon her cheeks,
between the crimson of desires... and the green of promises,
and chose her out... a coquette... beyond compare,
and bestowed on her of its magic... what it bestowed.
Who has seen her... and found any other pleasing??