RONDEAU.— FOR OUR LOVE'S SAKE.

For our Love's sake I bid thee stay,

Sweet, ere the hours flee away,

Beneath the old acacia tree

That waves its blossoms quiveringly,

And think awhile of early May:

Of how the months have fled away,

And sunrise hour turned twilight gray,

While we have suffered smilingly

For our Love's sake.

It may not be — that which we pray

For tearfully — but dare not say.

And yet if, Sweet, it may not be,

We still may suffer silently,

Watching our sunlight fade away,

For our Love's sake.