A Complaint.
Rondel.
This love it is a weary
thing,1
thing,1
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon.2
or noon.2
My very pipes are out
of tune,—3
of tune,—3
The merry old ſsongs I uſsed
to ſsing4
to ſsing4
Forsake me now—I can
but croon,5
but croon,5
“ This love it is a weary
thing,6
thing,6
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon !”7
or noon !”7
Would but her hand pluck
out ye ſsting,8
out ye ſsting,8
And turn theſse joyleſss
ſskies to June !9
ſskies to June !9
For ſsure to ſshepherd or to
king10
king10
This love it is a weary
thing,11
thing,11
Sleeping or waking, night
or noon.12
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.