John Kenyon - La Piquante lyrics

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John Kenyon - La Piquante lyrics

Quoth Flavilla, 'Think I can't Why they will call me 'piquant.'' Yet, Flavilla! should we try, We might find the reason why. Be thy mien 'devout and pure, 'Sober, steadfast, and demure;' Yet—if something in thy smile Contradict it all the while, Is'nt this, Flavilla!—grant— Is'nt this to be piquant? Be thy talk not gay o'er much; Yet—if serious-seeming touch Stirreth ever more the string Of some fond imagining, Is'nt this, Flavilla!—grant— Is'nt this to be piquant? If when deeplier we would look Into that half-open book, Thou dost close it, Slyest Saint! More to tempt us by restraint; Is'nt this, Flavilla!—grant— Is'nt this to be piquant? Would we know what else may serve This—thy mantle of reserve— Whether thou dost shroud in it Loving thoughts, for lady fit, Or but some provoking wit— If, with pretty, wilful dealing, Now—close veiled—now part revealing— Thou, like some coquettish nun, Mockest still our fancies on; Then, just as we had hoped to win Way the parlour-nook within, Coolly turning, bidd'st us wait Thy pleasure at the outer grate; Isn't this, Flavilla!—grant— Isn't this to be piquant?