A Dainty Thing’s the Villanelle
A dainty thing’s the villanelle,
with strawberries and roses near,
where larks at dusk and dawn foretell.
A child beside the idle swell,
a love by sea both bright and clear—
a dainty thing’s the villanelle.
A wink from after apparition fell,
as like the woman, soft and dear,
where larks at dusk and dawn foretell.
Between the dusk where dreamers dwell,
blithe songs arise for hearts sincere—
a dainty thing’s the villanelle.
Of youth and age, of truth to tell,
of summer nights and skies austere,
where larks at dusk and dawn foretell.
Bring her again, O wind, as well,
through West Highlands and yesteryear—
a dainty thing’s the villanelle,
where larks at dusk and dawn foretell.

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