Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1809/Love's Reward

LOVE'S REWARD.

For Love I labored all the day,
Through morning chill and midday heat,
For surely, with the evening grey,
I thought, Love's guerdon shall be sweet.

At eventide with weary limb
I brought my labors to the spot
Where Love had bid me come to him;
Thither I came, but found him not.

For he with idle folks had gone
To dance the hours of night away;
And I that toiled was left alone,
Too weary now to dance or play.

F. W. Bourdillon.