Your ear entranced my eyes last night;
it stood in silence, like a shell
above your neck of curving white,
nestling amongst a heather dell
of hair; and looked me in the eye
for quite a while as Sarah spoke.
Your fellowship I'd not deny,
you see, I'm quite a decent bloke.
And thus I formed a mem'ry bright and clear
of every little curve of Vivian's ear.