BRODI/EA. 



DEVOTION. 



RONDEAU. 



TN days gone by these wild flowers fair 

 * Were made sweet messengers to bear 

 My homage and fond thoughts to you, 

 If peradventure they might woo 

 Your maiden fancy unaware. 



To me these sweet-breathed blossoms are 

 Reminders still of that fond care 

 For you, which in my bosom grew 

 In days gone by. 



Your dear familiar face they wear, 

 And in their beauty I compare 



The old-time charm they bring anew: 



I wonder if they bring to you 

 The message they were wont to bear 

 In days gone by? 



