Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures

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I took her dainty eyes, as well
  As silken tendrils of her hair:
And so I made a Villanelle!  

I took her voice, a silver bell,
  As clear as song, as soft as prayer;
I took her dainty eyes as well.  

It may be, said I, who can tell,
  These things shall be my less despair?
And so I made a Villanelle!  

I took her whiteness virginal
  And from her cheek two roses rare:
I took her dainty eyes as well.  

I said: “It may be possible
  Her image from my heart to tear!”
And so I made a Villanelle.  

I stole her laugh, most musical:
  I wrought it in with artful care;
I took her dainty eyes as well;
And so I made a Villanelle.  

© Ernest Christopher Dowson