I met a fair maid, on my way to the fair.
(Inspired by image below)
I met a fair maid, on my way to the fair.
Her skin was as milk and flaxen her hair.
She looked at me sweetly, my heart skipped a beat;
I stopped in my tracks, and my tongue failed to speak.
Such was her beauty, it fain took my breath.
The watch in my breast pocket, portentiously stopped
and time for that moment forgot about clocks.
Timeless and silent we stood and we gazed,
for what seemed like eternity there in the lane.
Eyes unto eyes and souls unto souls,
All I can find relating to this portrait is "Mrs Manigault Heyward". The artist is not identified.
https://scontent.fbrs4-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.30808-6/287074081_10226897846287862_4081584454040157873_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=730e14&_nc_ohc=yOcnQSl4HM4AX-oXCWo&_nc_ht=scontent.fbrs4-1.fna&oh=00_AfD7qizp3xLBWzocEB19dOVYDHeCwhfDQ2WC8DCTkBf9eg&oe=6487E89E
Gainsborough perhaps? (Some examples)
Portrait of Mrs Thomas Hibbert.
Portrait of a Woman
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