[and scarcely worth the trouble, at that] <br /> <br />The same to me are somber days and gay. <br /> Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright, <br />Because my dearest love is gone away <br /> Within my heart is melancholy night. <br /> <br />My heart beats low in loneliness, despite <br /> That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway. <br />In cerements my spirit is bedight; <br /> The same to me are somber days and gay. <br /> <br />Though breezes in the rippling grasses play, <br /> And waves dash high and far in glorious might, <br />I thrill no longer to the sparkling day, <br /> Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright. <br /> <br />Ungraceful seems to me the swallow's flight; <br /> As well might heaven's blue be sullen gray; <br />My soul discerns no beauty in their sight <br /> Because my dearest love is gone away. <br /> <br />Let roses fling afar their crimson spray, <br /> And virgin daisies splash the fields with white, <br />Let bloom the poppy hotly as it may, <br /> Within my heart is melancholy night. <br /> <br />And this, O love, my pitiable plight <br /> Whenever from my circling arms you stray; <br />This little world of mine has lost its light.... <br /> I hope to God, my dear, that you can say <br /> The same to me.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rondeau-redoubl-eacute/
