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.