Sham

I looked into the heaven of blue Which is her eyes, And on the perfect pink That lit her cheeks With rosy hue, The enraptured glow— Or so it seemed— Of her first love.

I looked into those placid eyes And on that faultless face— Alas! and what was there To hold my gaze Besides the stare That set me wondering?

Lashes, long and separated, Penciled brows, and lids all painted— And her pale white cheeks In delicate tints Were done to suit The connoisseur In Counterfeit!