A Round Dell After Arthur Compton Rickett A Roundel 1915 Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

A week ago saw dark grave swallow
Beauty's soul, scarce twenty years.
Who could imagine heartbreak hollow
a week ago?

Love now is buried and, in tears,
especially for ourselves, we wallow.
What worth hold hopes compared with fears
with Fate's goad told?

Beneath the sods bier mourners follow,
find closed book, look closed, seal deaf ears
leaving a void in hearts that knew no dearth
A week ago!

A year ago were love and mirth
And Youth's gay, careless flow;
For him flamed Life in all its ardent worth,
A year ago.

Love came with her enchanting glow,
And doubly blessed his happy birth;
Yet those the gods love. Well, we know!

Beneath a nameless mound of earth
He lies, where daisies grow,
Leaving a void in hearts that knew no dearth
A year ago.