Poems (Storrie)/Rondo

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

Rondo.

I had a little thought
In the good gray gloaming,
 Oh! so slender,
 Oh! so tender
Was that little thought of mine,
Like a web of silver moonbeams
On a dewy meadow wrought,
Or the rainbow bubbles foaming
On my shallow glass of wine.
But the silver gloaming faded
In night's velvet mantle caught,
 And the winking
 Bubbles sinking
In my shallow glass were gone.
And alas! I'll ne'er recover
That entrancing little thought,
Though I seek with forehead shaded
For ever and anon.