< Posthumous Poems
AUTUMN RONDEL
From spring to fall the year makes merry
With days to days that chant and call:
With hopes to crown and fears to bury
With crowns of flowers and flowers for pall,
With bloom and song and bird and berry
That fill the months with festival
From spring to fall.
With days to days that chant and call:
With hopes to crown and fears to bury
With crowns of flowers and flowers for pall,
With bloom and song and bird and berry
That fill the months with festival
From spring to fall.
Who knows if ever skies were dreary
With shower and cloud and waterfall?
While yet the world's good heart is cheery,
Who knows if rains will ever brawl?
The storm thinks long, the winds wax weary,
Till winter comes to wind up all
From spring to fall.
With shower and cloud and waterfall?
While yet the world's good heart is cheery,
Who knows if rains will ever brawl?
The storm thinks long, the winds wax weary,
Till winter comes to wind up all
From spring to fall.
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