I Took Her Dainty Eyes, As Well As Silken Tendrils Of Her Hair: And So I Made A Villanelle! I Took Her Voice, A Silver Bell, As Clear As Song, As Soft As Prayer; I Took Her Dainty Eyes As Well. It May Be, Said I, Who Can Tell, These Things Shall Be My Less Despair? And So I Made A Villanelle! I Took Her Whiteness Virginal And From Her Cheek Two Roses Rare: I Took Her Dainty Eyes As Well. I Said: "It May Be Possible Her Image From My Heart To Tear!" And So I Made A Villanelle. I Stole Her Laugh, Most Musical: I Wrought It In With Artful Care; I Took Her Dainty Eyes As Well; And So I Made A Villanelle.