Wandering with alien feet throughout the wide,
Hushed temple, over those who pine outside!
So this young wife forecast her horoscope
And found its wedded lines of little worth,
Yet owned not to herself what hopeless hope
Or dumb intent made green her spot of earth.
So passed three changeless years, as such years be;
At last the old lord died, and left her free,
The mistress of his rank and broad estate,
In honor of her constancy. Then life