'You Bid Me Try'

You bid me try, Blue-Eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! — forthwith? — to-night?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; —
But thirteen lines! — and rhymed on two!
'Refrain,' as well. Ah, hapless plight!

Still, there are five lines, — ranged aright.
These Gallic bonds, I feared, would fright
My easy Muse. They did, till you —
You bid me try!

That makes them eight. The port's in sight; —
'Tis all because your eyes are bright!
Now just a pair to end in 'oo,' —
When maids command, what can't we do!
Behold! — the Rondeau, tasteful, light,
You bid me try!