To sing the charms of Rosabelle,To pour my soul out at her feet,I try to write this villanelle.
Now I am caught within her spell,It seems to me most wondrous sweetTo sing the charms of Rosabelle.
I seek in vain for words to tellMy love -- Alas, my muse is weak!I try to write this villanelle.
Would I had power to compelThe English language incompleteTo sing the charms of Rosabelle.
The ardent thoughts that in me dwellOn paper I would fair repeatI try to write this villanelle.
My effort fruitless is. O H--l!I'll tell her all when next we meet.To sing the charms of Rosabelle,I tried to write this villanelle.
Written for Maibelle Scott.
