How thought you that this thing could captivate? <br />What are those graces that could make her dear, <br />Who is not worth the notice of a sneer, <br />To rouse the vapid devil of her hate? <br />A speech conventional, so void of weight, <br />That after it has buzzed about one's ear, <br />'Twere rich refreshment for a week to hear <br />The dentist babble or the barber prate; <br /> <br />A hand displayed with many a little art; <br />An eye that glances on her neighbor's dress; <br />A foot too often shown for my regard; <br />An angel's form -- a waiting-woman's heart; <br />A perfect-featured face, expressionless, <br />Insipid, as the Queen upon a card.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-thought-you-that-this-thing-could-captivate/
