Rondeau—In Love’S Disport

IN love’s disport, gay bubbles blown, On summer’s winds, light-freighted, flown;— A child intent upon delight The painted spheres would keep in sight— Dissolved too soon in worlds unknown.

Lo! from the furnace mouth hath grown Fair shapes, as frail, with jewelled zone Clear globes which fate might read aright In love’s disport.

O frail as fair! Though in the white Of flameful heat with force to fight, Art thou by careless hands cast down Or killed—when frozen hearts disown The children born of love of light In love’s disport.