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

It dims the splendor of the skies—

The light that lies in Dolly's eyes—

And me-ward shining, testifies

That Dolly's mine, fore'er to be—

The light that lies in Dolly's eyes

Is sun and moon and stars to me!

Roundelay—

Oh, Dolly is my treasury—

What more of wealth could I desire?

Her lips are rubies set for me,