So all for love we paired in Spring—
Blanche and I—ere youth had sped,
For Autumn’s wealth brings Autumn’s wane.
Sworn fealty to royal Art
Was ours, and doubly linked the chain,
With symbols of her high domain,
That twined us ever heart to heart;
And onward, like the Babes in the Wood,
We rambled, till before us stood
The outposts of Bohemia.