SHE is so pretty, the girl I love, Her eyes are tender and deep and blue As the summer night in the skies above, As violets seen through a mist of dew. How can I hope, then, her heart to gain? She is so pretty, and I am so plain! She is so pretty, so fair to see! Scarcely she's counted her nineteenth spring, Fresh, and blooming, and young,—ah me! Why do I thus her praises sing? Surely from me 'tis a senseless strain, She is so pretty, and I am so plain! She is so pretty, so sweet and dear, There's many a lover who loves her well; I may not hope, I can only fear, Yet shall I venture my love to tell? ... Ah! I have pleaded, and not in vain— Though she's so pretty, and I am so plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE DONKEY by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER by LI PO IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON |