When I met that sublimest of fellows,
The sight really made my heart jump;
Other men shrank to mere punchinellos,
As he towered like a pine in a clump.
So noble and classic each feature,
With a touching expression of gloom,
That I said to myself—“The dear creature!
He’s the handsomest man in the room!”
“Yes!” I said to myself,—“The dear creature!
He’s the handsomest man in the room!”