YOU bid me try, BLUE-EYES, to write A Rondeau. What! -- forthwith? -- to-night? Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; -- But thirteen lines! -- and rhymed on two! 'Refrain,' as well. Ah, hapless plight! Still, there are five lines, -- ranged aright. These Gallic bonds, I feared, would fright My easy Muse. They did, till you -- You bid me try! That makes them eight. The port's in sight; -- 'Tis all because your eyes are bright! Now just a pair to end in 'oo' -- When maids command, what can't we do Behold! -- the RONDEAU, tasteful, light, You bid me try! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD A CAROL: STANDARD OF THE CROSS by HARRIET BREWER |