Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/When Love Has Flown
WHEN LOVE HAS FLOWN.
RONDEAU.
WHEN love has flown, and days are drear,And life seems bitter as a tear, Alas! what solace is there left To soothe the aching heart bereftOf all its treasure?—Naught, I fear.
The flowers of hope lie dead and sere—All—all is gone that once was dear! No golden threads within life's weft,When love has flown.
Yet there's one thought may serve to cheerThe vain regrets that center here: Imagination's fingers deft, From out the past by sorrow cleft,May bring thee back, O Guinevere,When love has flown.