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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

Andrew Lang (1844–1912)

Colinette

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.

Say, did Ronsard sing to you,

Shepherdess, to lull his pain,

When the court went wandering through

Rose pleasances of Touraine?

Ronsard and his favourite 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

Do 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.