Analysis of Addressing the girl who is sketting.

Addressing the girl who is sketting.

O maiden,thou art flying,
like a bird in the azure infinite,
Unfolding thy feathers,
amongst the uprors.

Thy upper & lower limbs art,
like swaying boughs.
The cool air thrashing on thy brest
and thou art full of zest.

Sometimes thou art,
whirling like whrilpool.
Thou have uplifted chin
& a trunk,very thin.

O maiden,thou appear,
like an angel in dream.
Thy two feet art ornamental.
Thou keep thy balances,
only on two devices.