Ugliness in Lover-Dover? Nay!
Oh, my dear, what things you say!
Must be a plot, may be a scheme;
If it is not, must be I dream!
I know you, dear; you want to hear—
You’re beautiful beyond compare!
And so I whisper in your ear,
“Your beauty is a thing so rare,
It’s in your lips, your eyes, your hair;
It’s all of you, your everywhere!
It shines from you a spring-ish light,
Surpasses sun and May-leaves bright.
It smashes me with such a force,
I’d crash if I were on a horse!
On through my eyes, up to my brain,
I’m washed away in beauty’s rain.
I’m drowned and pounded, lie on floor
Till I can’t take your beauty more!
O Lover-Dover, be you kind,
And let me rest one minute blind!