When I consider, pro and con
What things my love is built upon
A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist
A questioning brow; a pretty twist
Of words as old and tried as sin
A pointed ear; a cloven chin
Long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes
Not cold nor kind nor darkly wise
When so I ponder, here apart
What shallow boons suffice my heart
What dust-bound trivia capture me
I marvel at my normalcy