Triolets
A Corsage Bouquet
Myrtilla, to-night,
Wears Jacqueminot roses,
She’s the loveliest sight!
Myrtilla, to-night:-
Correspondingly light
My pocket-book closes.
Myrtilla, to-night
Wears Jacqueminot roses.
To an Autumn Leaf
Wee shallop of shimmering gold!
Slip down from your ways in the branches.
Some fairy will loosen your hold-
Wee shallop of shimmering gold
Spill dew on your bows and unfold
Silk sails for the fairest of launches!
Wee shallop of shimmering gold,
Slip down from your ways in the branches.
A Kiss
You ask me what’s a kiss?
’Tis Cupid’s keenest arrow!
A thing to take a “miss”-
(You ask me what’s a kiss?)
The brink of an abyss!
A lover’s pathway, narrow.
You ask me what’s a kiss?
’Tis Cupid’s keenest arrow!
C. H. Lüders.
You know it is late,
And the night’s growing colder,
Still you lean o’er the gate.
You know it is late,
There’s a fire in the grate,
Ah! sweetheart, be bolder.
You know it is late,
And the night’s growing colder.
The “Century.”
Under the sun
There’s nothing new;
Poem or pun,
Under the sun,
Said Solomon,
And he said true.
Under the sun
There’s nothing new.
“Love in Idleness.”
Serenade Triolet
Why is the moon
Awake when thou sleepest?
To the nightingale’s tune
Why is the moon
Making a noon
When night is the deepest?
Why is the moon
Awake when thou sleepest?
George Macdonald.