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Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)


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's other poems:
  1. Amantium Irae
  2. Jadis
  3. In A Breton Cemetery
  4. Ad Domnulam Suam
  5. Growth


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