RETROSPECTION. 



A I J HEN Love and 1 went maying, all ablaze 



With beauty were the woods, and blossoming 



sprays 



Dropped showers of petaled sweetness on the air. 

 I never knew the world could be so fair, 

 Or that the May could pipe such tuneful lays. ^ 



RONDEAU. 



And heart and soul were lost in such a maze 

 Of happiness, that evening s purple haze 

 Stole down on that sweet day, all unaware, 

 When Love and I went maying. 



I said to Love, &quot; Let us not part; our ways 

 Are one.&quot; Love looked at me with wistful gaze, 

 And answered, &quot; Where thou farest I will fare.&quot; 

 And Love has kept through life that promised care: 

 But memory treasures still those perfumed days, 

 When Love and I went maying. 



