Poem of the day

Villanelle of his Lady’s Treasures
by Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)

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.

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