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!