Aboard with Lavinia

Is this the Bride? Nay, say not so!
It was-but that was years ago--
At least 'twas two,
And that will do
To place her in the matron list,
Persuasively she doth insist.
And who would dare
Deny so fair
An advocate of woman's rights,
Whose gentle rule her home delights?
And now that home is left behind,
Oh Father Neptune, pray be kind!
No mal de mer,
We beg, for her.
All wonderful is all she sees--
The golf on deck, the steward's fees,
The captain's post
As social host,
The luxury on every side--
No jot escapes our matron-bride.
the voyage is o'er and Naples lies
To be explored with wondering eyes.
Oh classic ground,
To so impound
So much of smell her alien nose
Perforce turns up as forth she goes!
Oh classic land,
On every hand
To careless shock, without offense,
Her every neat, housewifely sense!
Her glass of goat's milk at the door
From nature's font is drawn, and o'er
The way there swings
In festooned strings,
No family wash hung out to dry
But macaroni, dust and fly.
And in the street
Doth gossip greet
At every turn, and laugh and fest,
For thus does Naples greet her guest.