Poems (Storrie)/Rondo
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.