RONDEAU
For
Primrose and Claire Coulter—Written
in a copy of
"Deirdre
of the Sorrows"
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PRIMROSE
AND Clare: the rhythmic sound
Of these sweet names are making a round
Where a fairy troop in the moonlight sing
Through silver and shade in a dancing ring
Under the oak by the magic mound.
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With shimmer of green the fairies are gowned,
Their hair with a mystical herb is wound;
What do they say as they carol and swing?
Primrose
and Clare.
They are weaving a spell with an art profound
Where all The Sorrows of Deirdre are drowned
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And
the Joys are saved, (as sweet as Spring
When it flutters the orchards with the winds on
the wing,)
To fall as a presage on two heads crowned,
Primrose
and Clare.
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