BETA

A Complaint.

Rondel.

This love it is a weary
thing,
1
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon.
2
My very pipes are out
of tune,—
3
The merry old ſongs I uſed
to ſing
4
Forsake me now—I can
but croon,
5
This love it is a weary
thing,
6
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon !”
7
Would but her hand pluck
out ye ſting,
8
And turn theſe joyleſs
ſkies to June !
9
For ſure to ſhepherd or to
king
10
This love it is a weary
thing,
11
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon.
12
A man rests on the ground next to a decrepit building. Behind him, sheep stand next to a small body of water. Plants and trees are in the distance. 1/2 page illustration contained within a double-ruled border that also contains the poem. In the bottom-left corner, the inner border extends outward to form stylized vegetal shapes.