A Drop Too Much

I praised her hair, I praised her lips,
She looked up with surprise;
I bowed to kiss her finger-tips,
And then she dropped her eyes.

I said love ruled the world; that I
Adored her; called her “Nan.”
She merely looked a little shy,
And then she dropped her fan.

I took the hint, and at her feet
I knelt—yes, quite absurd;
But oh, my fond heart wildly beat
To hear her drop a word.

I told her all: my talents few,
My direful lack of pelf.
(We all have erred.) She said “Adieu,”
And then dropped me myself.