Two Rondels for a Soprano Voice

This Book of Hours Love wrought 
With burnished letters gold, 
Each page with art and thought 
And colours manifold. 

His calendar he taught 
To youths and virgins cold --
This Book of Hours Love wrought 
With With burnished letters gold. 

This priceless book is bought
With sighs and tears untold 
Of votaries who sought
His countenance of old -- 
This Book of Hours Love wrought 
With With burnished letters gold.

Come, Love, across the sunlit land,
  As blithe as dryad dancing free,
While time slips by like silvery sand 
  Within the glass of memory.

Ere Winter, in his reckless glee 
  Blights all the bloom with ruthless hand,
Come, Love, across the sunlit land 
  As blithe as dryad dancing free.
 
And all the years of life shall be 
  Like peaceful vales that wide expand 
To meet a bright, untroubled sea
  By radiant azure arches spanned 
  Come, Love, across the sunlit land 
As blithe as dryad dancing free.