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.