DEJECTION. 



ROUNDEL. 



J/T/^ HEN lave is done, is Nature s sigh. 



The Poet saith, &quot; With dying sun 

 The world s light dies.&quot; But all things die 

 When love is done: 



Ambition s skies turn dark and dun; 



The birds of trustfulness fly by; 

 Hope s blossoms wither one by one. 



What does the world s praise signify? 

 Or, if its prizes may be won ? 

 For me I only wish to die 



When love is done. 



