RONDEAU A wonderful lass was Marie, petite, And she looked full fair and passing sweet -- And, oh! she owned -- but cannot you guess What pet can a maiden so love and caress As a tiny lamb with a plaintive bleat And mud upon his dainty feet And a gentle veally odour of meat, And a fleece to finger and kiss and press -- White as snow? Wherever she wandered, in lane or street, As she sauntered on, there at her feet She would find that lambkin -- bless The dear! -- treading on her dainty dress, Her dainty dress, fresh and neat -- White as snow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE COLD NIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |