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II.—RONDEAU.

I go my gait, and if my way
Is cheered by song and roundelay,
Or if I bear upon my road,
Like Issacher, a double load,
I sing and bear as best I may.
But lo a rondeau! Can I say
While halting thus my toll to pay
Before a stile now a la mode,
I go my gate?
Ay truly; if for once I stray
Into the treadmill,—'tis in play;
I will not own its narrow code,
It shall not be my cramped abode,
Free of the fields, in open day
I go my gait!