Puck by Richard Daad [1841]
Puck’s Villanelle
On whom does Puck his juice bestow?
Whose sprinkling ardor does ignite
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
Saved perhaps for youthful glow
Where passion and desire alight
On whom does Puck his juice bestow?
May land above and not below
Dispersed in acrobatic flight
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
The maiden doused but not her beau
Transformed to vapor in the night
Where Puck did once his juice bestow.
Now tossed with mischief, then to blow
Rare liquid falling not quite right
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
‘Midst chattering gulls in silver flow
He hovers, waves, and winks delight
On whom does Puck his juice bestow?
Perhaps today on me, I know.
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Dorothea Barth©2010
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Whose sprinkling ardor does ignite
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
Saved perhaps for youthful glow
Where passion and desire alight
On whom does Puck his juice bestow?
May land above and not below
Dispersed in acrobatic flight
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
The maiden doused but not her beau
Transformed to vapor in the night
Where Puck did once his juice bestow.
Now tossed with mischief, then to blow
Rare liquid falling not quite right
Of late it’s not on me, I know.
‘Midst chattering gulls in silver flow
He hovers, waves, and winks delight
On whom does Puck his juice bestow?
Perhaps today on me, I know.
***
Dorothea Barth©2010
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