She is perched like a young Delilah, soaking in the sun and the stares.

Drink to me, only with thine eyes

Don't worry, young one, your pet camel is doing just fine.

And I will pledge with mine

The soles of this girl's soft, young bare feet were meant to be tickled and caressed! I think this calls for a run-by-tickling.

Or leave a kiss but in the cup

And I'll not look for wine

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup

I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath.

Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there

The sun is sinking in the west, the cattle go down to the stream. The redwing settles in the nest, it's for a foot admirer to dream.

It could not withered be
But thou thereon didst only breath

And sent'st it back to me:
Since, when it grows and smells, I swear

The stride of a young thoroughbred perfectly showcases the object of our affection's young girl feet.

Not of itself but thee.