A Drop Too Much.

I praised her hair, I praised her lips, She looked up with surprise; I bowed to kiss her finger-tips, And then she dropped her eyes.

I said love ruled the world; that I Adored her; called her "Nan." She merely looked a little shy, And then she dropped her fan.

I took the hint, and at her feet I knelt—yes, quite absurd; But oh, my fond heart wildly beat To hear her drop a word.

I told her all: my talents few, My direful lack of pelf. (We all have erred.) She said "Adieu," And then dropped me myself.