Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

With battered hat I trip and sprawl

And like a toy tee-to-tum swirl,

To end my strugglings with a fall—

But what care I for knock and whirl?—

Egad! I heed them not at all;

For here comes Dolly—sweetheart girl!—

Adown the street!

Triolet—

The light that lies in Dolly's eyes

Is sun and moon and stars to me;