“That makes them eight.—The port’s in sight:
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!”
A Rondeau.
(After Voiture’s “Ma foy c’est fait.”)
Why do I wander wildly to and fro?