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The Poetical Works of Andrew Lang

Edited by Mrs. Lang

Lang, Andrew (1844-1912)

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XVI SONGS FROM ‘THE WORLD'S DESIRE’ AND ‘CLEOPATRA’

EPILOGUE

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Colinette

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For a Sketch by Mr. G. Leslie, A.R.A.

France your country, as we know;
Room enough for guessing yet,
What lips now or long ago
Kissed and named you—Colinette.
In what fields from sea to sea,
By what stream your home was set;
Loire or Seine was glad of thee,
Marne or Rhone, O Colinette!

Did you stand with maidens ten,
Fairer maids were never seen,
When the young king and his men
Passed among the orchards green?
Nay, old ballads have a note
Mournful, we would fain forget;
No such sad old air should float
Round your young brows, Colinette.

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Say, did Ronsard sing to you,
Shepherdess, to lull his pain,
When the court went wandering through
Rose pleasances of Touraine?
Ronsard and his famous Rose
Long are dust the breezes fret;
You, within the garden close,
You are blooming, Colinette.

Have I seen you proud and gay,
With a patched and perfumed beau,
Dancing through the summer day,
Misty summer of Watteau?
Nay, so sweet a maid as you
Never walked a minuet
With the splendid courtly crew;
Nay, forgive me, Colinette.

Not from Greuze's canvases
Did you cast a glance, a smile;
You are not as one of these,
Yours is beauty without guile.
Round your maiden brows and hair
Maidenhood and childhood met
Crown and kiss you, sweet and fair,
New art's blossom, Colinette.