“CARMEN LAETI.”
When Mirth and Joy come flitting in,
The heart with glee is filled within.
When I shall journey back to thee
My soul will dance in gaiety.
Merriment shall reign supreme,
In every eye a joyous beam;
Mirth shall caper all day long,
In every heart an airy song.
Bid me to sing a round-a-lay
And I will trill to break of day
A Ballad, pastorale, stave or air
Or roulade to my Lady’s hair.
As blithesome lark from Morn’s pearl dew
Is lost to sight in Heaven’s blue
Rising with carol to the skies
So am I lost in my lady’s eyes.
Bournemouth,
April 11th, 1915.
Note: The form of these two Songs was suggested from reading a book of Elizabethan verse.