Rondel—When Time Upon The Wing

WHEN Time, upon the wing, A swallow heedless flies, Love-birds forget to sing Beneath the lucent skies:

For now belated spring With her last blossom hies, When time, upon the wing, A swallow heedless flies.

What summer hope shall bring To wistful dreaming eyes? What fateful forecast fling Before life’s last surprise When Time upon the wing, A swallow heedless flies?