THE ROUNDEL

THE ROUNDEL

A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,

With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought,

That the heart of the hearer may smile if to pleasure his ear

    A roundel is wrought.

Its jewel of music is carven of all or of aught —

Love, laughter, or mourning, — remembrance of rapture or fear —

That fancy may fashion to hang in the ear of thought.

As a bird’s quick song runs round, and the hearts in us hear

Pause answer to pause, and again the same strain caught,

So moves the device whence, round as a pearl or tear,

    A roundel is wrought.