The Eighth Sin/Rondel

by Christopher Morley

For works with similar titles, see Rondel.

RONDEL.

(After Charles d'Orléans.)

The world has cast her habitingOf wind, of frost, of cold grey rain;In sunny robes of braver grainShe dons the broidery of Spring.And every tiny living thingIn his own way declares amain:"The world has cast her habitingOf wind, of frost, of cold grey rain." And streams and brooks the tidings bringWearing their liveries againOf gold and silver; Winter slain,April may laugh aloud, and sing:"The world has cast her habitingOf wind, of frost, of cold grey rain."