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140 I've a highly intelligent face—
 * My features cannot be denied—
 * But, whatever I try, sir,
 * I fail in—and why, sir ?
 * I'm modesty personified!

As a poet, I'm tender and quaint—
 * I've passion and fervour and grace—
 * From Ovid and Horace
 * To Swinburne and Morris,
 * They all of them take a back place.

Then I sing and I play and I paint;
 * Though none are accomplished as I,
 * To say so were treason:
 * You ask me the reason?
 * I'm diffident, modest and shy!