Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Franklin P. AdamsShe Is Not Fair
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No beauty hers of form or face;
She hath no witchery, ’t is true,
No grace.
Nor azure eyes, nor golden hair
Hath she. She is—I am not blind—
Not fair.
For such a maid is not my wont.
Love her! What makes you think I do?
I don’t.