Don"t You Look At Me So Reproachfully.

Don"t you look at me so reproachfully.

I do not  bear malice to you,

But  I like your appearance awfully

And your seeming modesty,  too

Yes, you seem to be openhearted,

And I"d rather  be glad to see

How a fox pretending departed

Catches crows like you want to catch me.

Try to  catch me, I won"t  be daunted

Mind, you don"t have your ardour restrained!

Many girls of your kind have haunted

Stumbling over my heart that waned.

It"s not you that I love, my dearie,

You"re only an echo, a shade,

I imagine a different  girlie,

Oh so beautiful blue-eyed maid!

Though she isn"t so humble-looking

And  appears to be rather cool,

Her majestic manner of walking

Has rekindled the depth of my soul.

She"s a girl that cannot be cheated,

Notwithstanding your will she"ll entice,

Whereas you can"t be possibly  fitted

In my heart with embellished lies.

Though I scorn you,  yet like a layman

I will shyly and openly say:

If there weren"t any  hell and heaven

Man would think something up anyway.

December 1st, 1925