One little week ago
I asked no surer guide than Cupid's chart;
I said, "Your eyes reveal the depths below,
And I can read your heart."
She let her shy gaze fall,
And smiling asked, "Is then my face a screed,
My brow an open love-letter, where all
The world my thoughts may read?"
Said I, "The world, I'll vow,
Is blind! Myself alone may see the signs,