Roundel

O'er London town the dawn Is breaklng now ; The llghts lu street and casemeul smk mliiwn, And iMiiriniiK rlses wlth her pure pale brow O'er IjOudon town. Slck men take heart to see her purple crown Kis in the east; the homeless turn and bow To watch the weavlng of her ayure gown. Brave aouls rejolce, listones recnll thelr vnw, Rloh men sleep saled on thelr bedsordown ; To each ilawn seud-i her messuge - she knows huw -