LES LENDEMAINS (AFTER DUFRESNY)
by Irish Poet, SIR WILLIAM WILDE
Though Phyllis was fair, she was strangely capricious,
As she sat with her love 'neath the trees, "
In exchange you must give," said the maid avaricious "
Thirty sheep for one kiss, if you please !"
But the very next day things were vastly improving,
On our shepherd her gifts fortune rain'd—
For he, murmuring the tale of his passionate loving,
For one sheep thirty kisses obtain'd.
The third day she feared lest they might be denied her,
Those dainties for which her heart burn'd,
So, raising her face to her lover beside her,
For one kiss all his sheep she return'd.
Next day she'd have given up all she possess'd
(When had pride such a terrible fall ?),
Her sheep, dog, and crook, for the kiss the rogue press'd
On Lisette's lips for nothing at all!