RONDEL.
The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string:
The warblers now are on the wing.
Across the pathless ocean-glooms,
Through tender grass and violet blooms,
I move along and gaily sing.
The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string.
Nature with beauteous tints illumes
The fields and groves of budding Spring,
Loud voices from afar to bring;
And my glad Muse its song resumes—
The larch has donned its rosy plumes,
And hastes its emerald beads to string.
Richard Wilton.