H. C. Bunner.
READY FOR THE RIDE—1795.
Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her,
With joy of Love that had fond Hope to bride,
One year ago had made her pulses stir.
Now shall no wish with any day recur
(For Love and Death part year and year full wide),
Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her.
No ghost there lingers of the smile that died
On the sweet pale lip where his kisses were—
... Yet still she turns her delicate head aside,
If she may hear him come with jingling spur—
Through the fresh fairness of the Spring to ride,
As in the old days when he rode with her.
H. C. Bunner.
RONDEL.
This book of hours Love wrought
With burnished letters gold;
Each page with art and thought,
And colours manifold.
His calendar he taught
To youths and virgins cold;
This book of hours Love wrought
With burnished letters gold.