BETA

SONG,

EX IMPROVISO, ON HEARING A SONG IN PRAISE OF A
LADY’S BEAUTY.

’Tis not the lily brow I prize,1
Nor roseate cheeks, nor sunny eyes,2
Enough of lilies and of roses !3
A thousand-fold more dear to me4
The gentle look that love discloses,5
The look that love alone can see.6