Oh! “darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,”
As some one somewhere sings about the sky,
And I, ye learnèd ladies, say of you;
They say your stockings are so—(Heaven knows why,
I have examined few pair of that hue);
Blue as the garters which serenely lie
Round the Patrician left-legs, which adorn
The festal midnight, and the levee morn.