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    The Lasting Look
    by Breton Braley

When a pretty girl goes by
There's a glimmer in my eye,
Just a flicker of delight
At so glad and fair a sight;
Youth and beauty and romance
These are what my roving glance
Find in every curve and curl
Of a passing pretty girl,
And my heart is beating high
When a lovely maid goes by.

If I yield me to her charm
As she passes, where's the harm?
I'll not follow her or speak
Words to flush the peach-blow cheek,
But my much adoring gaze
Dwells upon her as she sways
Daintily a-down the street
Gay and very blithe and sweet.
Love of beauty's not amiss;
Who shall censure me for this?

If I ever get so I
Care not as the girls go by,
If no glance of mine shall rest
On the very prettiest--
Take me quickly then, I pray,
And just bury me away,
For, though I may breathe and move,
My indifference will prove
That the life has gone from me
And I'm dead as dead can be.

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