True, I can see your beauty when you don’t.

I am not prejudiced as you are, dear.

You think yourself so plain, but I, I won’t,

Nor could I! Falsefully I’ll not appear!

Yes, yes, I know you’re not from Hollywood!

Thank God! You’re innocent, and very very good.

This goodness—you, that are—makes all you are

Shine so keenly bright a real star,

And if I be that ship alone that sees

You winking at me through the dark night’s breeze,

If I alone wave flags to you from here on earth,

If only I steer certain toward your self-raised worth,

Then let the world know I’m wise beyond all ken,

Who over-sings your praises, over, and again!