TWO TRIOLETS
Reading edition
I (What He Said)
THIS kiss upon your fan I press, Ah! Saint Nitouche, you don’t refuse it, And may it from its soft recess, This kiss upon your fan I press, Be blown to you a shy caress By this white down whene’er you use it; This kiss upon your fan I press, Ah! Saint Nitouche, you don’t refuse it.
II (What She Thought)
To kiss a fan! What a poky poet! The stupid man To kiss a fan, When he knows that—he—can, Or ought to know it. To kiss a fan! What a poky poet! Harrison Robertson.