Verse > Anthologies > T. H. Ward, ed. > The English Poets > Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
By Andrew Lang (1844–1912)
[For a Sketch by Mr. G. Leslie, 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,        5
  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,        10
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        15
  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?        20
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,        25
  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        30
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,        35
  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.        40

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