18th century delight

A shadow’s cast beneath the tree

Cast by the early morning sun

And by the wondrous looks of thee

My fervent joy has just begun

There’s nothing I desire more

So far, as this I’m uttering

And with a rough and youthful boor 

Your tranquil state is shattering

We twist and turn and you convulse

Quite incongruous with your class

O’ noble damsel, feel my pulse

We’re all the same – the regime’s ass

I feel the scent of your perfume

I gaze upon your scarlet hair

The birds are singing, flowers bloom

I’ve never been so debonair 

No setting could be more sublime

No worthy sum could more appease

Than in the meadow, on the Rhein

Be with this heavenly Marquise

So what’s it to me, you may ask

O why such revelatory lines?

When in the real world, with no mask

Abundant melancholy lies

Well fear not, brothers, and do know

‘Tis not with spite I tempt thee so

I simply think, before we perish

Our happiness we all must cherish