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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

Rondeau à la New York

Robert Grant

A POT of gold! O mistress fair,

With eyes of brown that pass compare,

Ere I on bended knee express

The love which you already guess,

I fain would ask a small affair.

Hast thou, my dear, an ample share

Of this world’s goods? Will thy proud père

Disgorge, to gild our blessedness,

A pot of gold?

Some swains for mental graces care;

Some fall a prey to golden hair;

I am not blind, I will confess,

To intellect or comeliness;

Still let these go beside, ma chère,

A pot of gold.