Sur L'Herbe

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"The abbe rambles."--"You, marquis,
  Have put your wig on all awry."--
"This wine of Cyprus kindles me
  Less, my Camargo, than your eye!"

"My passion"--"Do, mi, sol, la, si."--
  "Abbe, your villany lies bare."--
"Mesdames, I climb up yonder tree
  And fetch a star down, I declare."

"Let each kiss his own lady, then
  The others."--"Would that I were, too,
A lap-dog!"--"Softly, gentlemen!"--
  "Do, mi."--"The moon!"--"Hey, how d'ye do?"

© Paul Verlaine