_Roundel_—
Bemauled by ev'ry hurrying churl
And deafened by the city's brawl,
A helm-less craft I helpless swirl
Adown the street.
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;
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,
And there between (sweet property!)
A string of pearls to smiles conspire;
With Dolly as my treasury,
What more of wealth could I desire?
And when have men of alchemy
Yet dreamed of gems like those I see
In Dolly's eyes, as flashing fire,
They bid the envious world admire?—
Oh, Dolly is my treasury!
What more of wealth could I desire?
And then her hair!—there cannot be
Such gold beyond the Purple Sea
As this of mine—unpriced and free!
Oh, Dolly is my treasury,
My sweetheart and my heart's desire!
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