Triolets
Few in joy’s sweet riot
Able are to listen:
Thou, to make me quiet,
Quenchest the sweet riot,
Tak’st away my diet,
Puttest me in prison-
Quenchest joy’s sweet riot
That the heart may listen.
Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover;
And young love lies at rest
In the Spring’s white nest,
For she loves me best,
And the cold is over;
Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover.
In his arms thy silly lamb
Lo! he gathers to his breast!
See, thou sadly bleating dam,
See him lift thy silly lamb!
Hear it cry, “How blest I am!-
Here is love and love is rest,”
In his arms thy silly lamb
See him gather to his breast!
George Macdonald.