A roundel seems to fit a round of days Be they the days of upright man or scoundrel: Allow me to construct then in your praise A roundel. (This flower of wit turns out a weed like groundsel: Yet deign to welcome it, as loftiest bays Grown on the shore of Girvan's ocean groundswell.) Accept the love that underlies the lays; Condone the barbarous rhymes that will not sound well In building up, all Poets to amaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS BEAUTIFUL THINGS by ELLEN P. ALLERTON |