To sing the charms of Rosabelle, To pour my soul out at her feet, I try to write this villanelle. Now I am caught within her spell, It seems to me most wondrous sweet To sing the charms of Rosabelle. I seek in vain for words to tell My love -- Alas, my muse is weak! I try to write this villanelle. Would I had power to compel The English language incomplete To sing the charms of Rosabelle. The ardent thoughts that in me dwell On paper I would fair repeat I try to write this villanelle. My effort fruitless is. O H--l! I'll tell her all when next we meet. To sing the charms of Rosabelle, I tried to write this villanelle.