Till her face was a sight and she couldn’t go on for the Ball.
She hadn’t bred him for England, nor looked for rewards “up above”;
He was all that she cared for on earth; and she railed at Fate
And called down a curse on those who had slain her love.
The “for England” touch she couldn’t appreciate.
But Lily, of course, was only a simple soul.
She lacked Mrs. Calhus’s exquisite self-control.