( RONDEAU .)

Long summer days are my desire:
Red suns, that drop as globes of fire
Behind the sloped fields white with weed:
Warm winds, that waft the wandering seed
With silvery plume, now low, now higher:

Pale clematis that o'er the brier
Runs with frail feet that never tire
Beside rough roads: your gifts I need,
Long summer days!

Yet come not, O profane ones! nigher,
If in your stars be severance dire
Of dear companionship decreed:
For then, alas! ye were indeed,
Too far outstripping my desire,
Long summer days!