Under A Bushel

When lovely woman stoops to cycling,

     And finds too late her skirts delay;

What charm can make her to wear bloomers,

     What act will take that dread away?

The only way her shame to cover,

     To hide her blush from every eye,

Is just to mask, her fair face hiding,

     Then ride with sweet composure by.

March 15, 1895

Pub. in the

B. Courier,

April 14,

     1895