Mandoline

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The courtly serenaders,
  The beauteous listeners,
Sit idling 'neath the branches
  A balmy zephyr stirs.

It's Tircis and Aminta,
  Clitandre,-ever there!-
Damis, of melting sonnets
  To many a frosty fair.

Their trailing flowery dresses,
  Their fine beflowered coats,
Their elegance and lightness,
  And shadows blue,-all floats

And mingles,-circling, wreathing,
  In moonlight opaline,
While through the zephyr's harping
  Tinkles the mandoline.

© Paul Verlaine