’Tis all because your eyes are bright!
Now just a pair to end in “oo,”—
When maids command, what can’t we do?
Behold! The Rondeau—tasteful, light—
You bid me try!
Andrew Lang was perhaps the most versatile writer among English bookmen of his day. Verse or prose, religious research or translations, to each and all he gives his individual touch,—light, airy, humorous.
Fairies, Dreams and Ghosts are all his happy hunting ground, and he was one of the first to experiment with the old French Forms, in which he gave his own delightful fancy free play, while adhering strictly to the inflexible rules.
BALLAD OF THE PRIMITIVE JEST
I am an ancient Jest!
Paleolithic man