Wit h a Volume of Poems. 



RONDEAU. 



BETWEEN these leaves a fruitage grows 

 Which with Love s happy sunshine glows; 

 It cheers the heart, delights the eyes, 

 And with a breath of Paradise, 

 Scents every breeze that through them blows. 



Besides this harvest which bestows 

 On all refreshment and repose, 

 For you, another hidden lies 



Between these leaves : 



Friendship, untouched by winter snows ; 

 Ripened affection, that outgrows 



This earthly clime, and death defies ; 



And memories ; these but comprise 

 A tithe of what my thoughts enclose 

 Between these leaves. 





