 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
CARL AND I.
He calls me beautiful; and I
Ask of my glass the reason why;
Alack for me!
And yet though little there I see,
I must be beautiful, I trow,
When such as he can deem me so.
Ask of my glass the reason why;
Alack for me!
And yet though little there I see,
I must be beautiful, I trow,
When such as he can deem me so.
He calls me brilliant; all in vain
I strive the wonder to explain;
Alack for me!
And yet, whate'er my fancy be,
Some spark of wit therein must glow
When such as he can think it so.
I strive the wonder to explain;
Alack for me!
And yet, whate'er my fancy be,
Some spark of wit therein must glow
When such as he can think it so.
He calls me noble; and I turn
My soul within my soul to learn;
Alack for me!
I am not proud of what I see;
And yet some goodness there must grow,
When such as he can find it so.
My soul within my soul to learn;
Alack for me!
I am not proud of what I see;
And yet some goodness there must grow,
When such as he can find it so.
He calls me lovely; and I try
To seek the specious reason why;
Alack for me!
And yet though vain my question be,
I must be lovely—well I know—
When such as he can love me so!
To seek the specious reason why;
Alack for me!
And yet though vain my question be,
I must be lovely—well I know—
When such as he can love me so!
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