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...CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON |