"You Bid Me Try"

You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write A Rondeau. What! -- forthwith? -- tonight? Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But thirteen lines! -- and rimed 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!