And tempest sowings whirlwinds breed,

The field is wide.

Sowing, ye shall reap indeed

Golden grain, or grisly weed,

Or dragon’s teeth, that in the end,

Perchance, in golden ears depend,

Sunward, as our path doth lead,

The field is wide.

RONDEAU—A SEAT FOR THREE
WRITTEN ON THE PANELS OF A SETTLE