Rondeau

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Rondeau

As shadows pass, in the misty night,

Over the wan and moonlit grass,

So passeth our glory out of sight,

As shadows pass.

A little darkness, a little light,

Sorrow and gladness, a weary mass,

Glimmer and falter and pass in blight.

So all our life, in waning flight,

Fadeth and faltereth, alas;

Passeth our sorrow and our delight,

As shadows pass.