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The Je ne scai Quoi. A SONG.
  
  
  
  
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The Je ne scai Quoi. A SONG.

By the Same.

I

Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now,
And Cælia has undone me;
And yet I'll swear I can't tell how
The pleasing plague stole on me.

II

'Tis not her face which love creates,
For there no graces revel;
'Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Have rather been uncivil.

III

'Tis not her air, for sure in that
There's nothing more than common;
And all her sense is only chat,
Like any other woman.

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IV

Her voice, her touch might give th'alarm—
'Twas both perhaps, or neither;
In short, 'twas that provoking charm
Of Cælia altogether.