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RONDEAU

Could you forget, put out of mind,
The vows you made, O most unkind?
The sweet love songs, the fair and frail
Lip utterance without avail,
The pleasure that you used to find,
Or said you found when passion blind,
I kissed the hand that you resigned,
Not all unwilling, maiden pale.
Tho' you forget!
Where once our sunny paths entwined
There bloweth now the wintry wind:—
Ah dreamt we then time would assail,
Our trust and troth or love could fail,
In those old days that lie behind,
That you forget?