"I'd give the world," he sighing said,
And closer drew his chair,
"'To know the thought that fills your head."
She tossed her glowing hair.
"You would," she answered, "really now
Your offer makes me laugh,
For I was thinking how I'd look
In Jackson's photograph."
"You'd look, my dear," was his reply,
"More charming by one-half
Than blessed angels from the sky,
In Jackson's photograph."
"I can't accept the words you tell,
No, I'm not such a calf:
Though even ugly girls look well
In Jackson's photograph."