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When first we met we did not guess Who could foretell the sore distress,
The inevitable disaster, When first we met ? we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.
I intended an Ode,
And it turned out a Sonnet, It began a la mode, I intended an Ode ; But Rose crossed the road
In her latest new bonnet. I intended an Ode,
And it turned out a Sonnet.
Under the sun
There's nothing new; Poem or pun, Under the sun, Said Solomon,
And he said true. Under the sun
There's nothing new.
•' Love in Idleness"
The Villanelle consists of five three-line stanzas and one of four, with only two rhymes throughout, the two refrains occurring in eight of the nineteen lines:
The daffodils are on the lea—
Come out, sweetheart, and bless the sun' The birds are glad, and so are we.