RONDEL.
[After Anyte of Tegea.]
Underneath this tablet rest,
Grasshopper by autumn slain,
Since thine airy summer nest
Shivers under storm and rain.
Freely let it be confessed
Death and slumber bring thee gain
Spared from winter's fret and pain,
Underneath this tablet rest.
Myro found thee on the plain,
Bore thee in her lawny breast,
Reared this marble tomb amain
To receive so small a guest!
Underneath this tablet rest,
Grasshopper by autumn slain.
Edmund Gosse.
RONDEL.
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?
I see you passing by
Whichever way I go.
I cannot say I know
The spell that draws us nigh.
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?
Still thoughts to thoughts reply,
And whispers ebb and flow;
I say it with a sigh
But half confessed and low,
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?