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Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures I took her dainty eyes, as well As silken tendrils of her hair: And so I made a Villanelle! I took her voice, a silver bell, As clear as song, as soft as prayer; I took her dainty eyes as well. It may be, said I, who can tell, These things shall be my less despair? And so I made a Villanelle! I took her whiteness virginal And from her cheek two roses rare: I took her dainty eyes as well. I said: “It may be possible Her image from my heart to tear!” And so I made a Villanelle. I stole her laugh, most musical: I wrought it in with artful care; I took her dainty eyes as well; And so I made a Villanelle. - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/Villanelle-of-His-Ladys-Treasures#sthash.VjFS5XGk.dpuf Ernest Christopher Dowson Ernest Christopher Dowson's other poems: 1421 Views |
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