It would be so much better, I think,
If you would not smile so.
Perhaps then my heart would not sink
Or float at the tiniest show
Of dimple or flash of your teeth--
My mind would not be made to wander
To things once I thought to be beneath
Me. Perhaps then I could ponder
At my leisure why I feel this way--
As if the sun had just now risen
On the first
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