  HELEN’S face is like a book— Charming, all its pages. Helen’s face is like a book; What’s the story I forsook, When on Helen’s face I look, When her smile engages? There I read an old romance; Here, I see one living! There, I read an old romance, But in Helen’s lightest glance Far a livelier tale enchants, What is printer’s ink to me? Commas, dots and dashes! What is printer’s ink to me, If with Helen I may be, Exclamation points to see Underneath her lashes? Gelett Burgess. |
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