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Thursday, 8 July 2021

The Je ne scai Quoi*: A Song by William Whitehead

I.
Yes, I’m in love, I feel it now,
And CAELIA has undone me;
And yet I’ll swear I can’t tell how
The pleasing plague stole on me.

II.
‘Tis not her face which love creates,
For there no graces revel;
‘Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Have rather been uncivil.

III.
‘Tis not her air, for sure in that
There’s nothing more than common;
And all her sense is only chat,
Like any other woman.

IV.
Her voice, her touch might give th’ alarm —
‘Twas both perhaps, or neither;
In short, ’twas that provoking charm
Of CAELIA altogether.

*Je ne scai Quoi (je ne sais quoi) – I do not know what.

From: https://www.eighteenthcenturypoetry.org/works/o5153-w0550.shtml

Date: 1758

By: William Whitehead (1715-1785)