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Ernest Christopher Dowson - Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures
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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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