Rondeau

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Title:     Rondeau
Author: Charles G. D. Roberts [More Titles by Roberts]

TO LOUIS HONORE FRÉCHETTE.

Laurels for song! And nobler bays,
In old Olympian golden days
Of clamor thro' the clear-eyed morn,
No bowed triumphant head hath borne,
Victorious in all Hellas' gaze!

They watched his glowing axles graze
The goal, and rent the heavens with praise;--
Yet the supremer heads have worn
Laurels for song.

So thee, from no palaestra-plays
A conqueror, to the gods we raise,
Whose brows of all our singers born
The sacred fillets chief adorn,--
Who first of all our choir displays
Laurels for song.

[The end]
Charles G. D. Roberts's poem: Rondeau

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