A SPRING RONDEL BY A STARLING
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I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum; For spring at last has come, And on my parapet Of chestnut, gummy-wet, Where bees begin to hum, I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum. "Spring goes," you say, "suns set." So be it! Why be glum? Enough, the spring has come; And without fear or fret I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum. |
THE FAIRY RING
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Enfolded in the Fairy Ring My loved one sleeping lies, To simple souls a dreadful thing, For half a hundred eyes Peep out from where among the grass Floats up a magic lay To call the souls of all who pass, To fairyland away. But I who know her heart's desire, Fear neither spell nor frown; For not till fire shall stifle fire, Or water water drown, Or love hate love, can any harm In kindred hearts abide. Oh! she can combat charm with charm, My elfin-hearted bride! And ye, whose minds are set to win Fame's leaf or fortune's prize! Beware the spell that lurks within The circle of her eyes; For she has power to blow like straws Earth's baubles from the hand, And call the souls of all who pause, Away to fairyland. |
"LABORARE EST ORARE,"
A RONDEAU OF FIELD-LABOURERS