LOVE’S REWARD

For Love I labored all the day, Through morning chill and midday heat. For surely with the evening gray, 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 folk had gone To dance the hours of night away; And I that toiled was left alone, Too weary now to dance or play. Francis W. Bourdillon.