Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/When Love Has Flown
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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 bereft
Of all its treasure?—Naught, I fear.
And life seems bitter as a tear,
Alas! what solace is there left
To soothe the aching heart bereft
Of 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.
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 cheer
The 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.
The 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.