Classic Poem

Here, Unter den Linden , my friend,
Your heart will be satisfied;
For here you may find, without end,
Fair women's beauty and pride.

They blossom so dainty and sweet,
In their delicate silks attired,
Like " Flowers on wandering feet, "
Said a poet in words inspired.

Ah, the hat with its sweeping plumes,
Ah, the folds of the Kashmire shawl,
Ah, the youthful cheek and its bloom,
And the swan-neck, fairest of all!