lar."
Here the first line is also the fourth and the seventh, while the second
is duplicated in the last. This is another of the two-rhyme forms.
The triolet seems simple enough, and, for that matter, a certain kind of
triolet can be written by the ream. But to put the eight lines together
in such a way that the refrain comes in freshly each time, is often a
day's work. In a much lighter vein it is permissible to pun in the
repeated lines so that the last repetition comes in with a different
meaning.
Though intended for the delicately humorous the triolet is sober-going
enough to carry a thread of sentiment. Nothing could be daintier or more
suggestively pathetic than these lines by H. C. Bunner:
"A pitcher of mignonette,
In a tenement's highest casement:
Queer sort of a flower-pot--yet
That pitcher of mignonette
Is a garden in heaven set
To the little sick child in the basement--
The pitcher of mignonette,
In the tenement's highest casement."
_The Rondel_
"READY FOR THE RIDE"
H. C. BUNNER
"Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her,
With joy of Love that had fond Hope to bride
One year ago had made her pulses stir.
"Now shall no wish with any day recur
(For Love and Death part year and year full wide),
Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her.
"No ghost there lingers of the smile that died
On the sweet pale lip where his kisses were
... Yet still she turns her delicate head aside,
If she may hear him come with jingling spur
Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her."
This variant of the rondeau contains fourteen lines of which the first
two are twice repeated as refrains. But two rhymes are employed.
_The Villanelle_
"A VILLANELLE AT VERONA"
AUSTIN DOBSON,
In the _Century Magazine_
"A voice in the scented night,
A step where the rose trees blow,--
O Love and O Love's delight!
"Cold star at the blue vault's height,
What is it that shakes you so?
A voice in the scented night.
"She comes in her beauty bright,
She comes in her young love's glow,
O Love and O Love's delight!
"She bends from her casement white,
And she hears it hushed and low,
A voice in the scented night.
"And he climbs by that stairway slight
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