I praised her hair, I praised her lips,
She looked up with surprise;
I bowed to kiss her finger-tips,
And then she dropped her eyes.
I said love ruled the world; that I
Adored her; called her “Nan.”
She merely looked a little shy,
And then she dropped her fan.
I took the hint, and at her feet
I knelt — yes, quite absurd;
But oh, my fond heart wildly beat
To hear her drop a word.
I told her all: my talents few,
My direful lack of pelf.
( We all have erred. ) She said “Adieu,”
And then dropped me myself.