Tame May

A wild beauty passed one day
And coyly glanced and smiled,
But I was off to see tame May
Whose wit had me beguiled.

Then Raving Beauty tossed her hair—
‘Twas wonderful to see!
But I kept on straight up to dawn
And clear thought’s honesty.

False gold may flash before our eyes,
False lips may promise much,
But best it is to idolize
A mind’s true gentle touch.

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