Dorothy Parker - The Searched Soul lyrics

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