ROUNDELS OF THE YEAR

I caught the changes of the year In soft and fragile nets of song, For you to whom my days belong.

For you to whom each day is dear Of all the high processional throng, I caught the changes of the year In soft and fragile nets of song.

And here some sound of beauty, here Some note of ancient, ageless wrong Reshaping as my lips were strong, I caught the changes of the year In soft and fragile nets of song, For you to whom my days belong.