| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Rondeau à la New York | | By Robert Grant |
| | | A POT of gold! O mistress fair, | |
| With eyes of brown that pass compare, | |
| Ere I on bended knee express | |
| The love which you already guess, | |
| I fain would ask a small affair. | 5 |
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| Hast thou, my dear, an ample share | |
| Of this world’s goods? Will thy proud père | |
| Disgorge, to gild our blessedness, | |
| A pot of gold? | |
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| Some swains for mental graces care; | 10 |
| Some fall a prey to golden hair; | |
| I am not blind, I will confess, | |
| To intellect or comeliness; | |
| Still let these go beside, ma chère, | |
| A pot of gold. | 15 | | | |
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