Or "Blossoms"? or "The Coming Race"?—
It matters not in any case,
Your name may be just anything
For all I care, you pretty face.
You bring me back old scenes anew,
You've something of my lady's grace,
Of her sweet features just a trace,
And so I have re-christened you—
I won't say what—you pretty face!
I have no portrait to recall