RONDEAU
To Austin Dobson
Your dainty Muse her form arraysIn soft brocades of bygone days.She walks old gardens where the dewsGem sundials and trim-cut yewsAnd tremble on the tulip's blaze.The magic scent her charm conveysWhich lives on when the rose decays.She had her portrait done by Greuze —Your dainty Muse!
Mine's hardier – walks life's muddy waysBarefooted; preaches, sometimes prays,Is modern, is advanced, has views;Goes in for lectures, reads the news,And sends her homespun verse to praiseYour dainty Muse!
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