Afar from the hut in the dusky wood,
We sometimes recall with a yearning sigh,
The days of our sorrowful solitude,
When the world was nothing but he and I.
Footnote 1: [(return) ]
See 'Life of Prince Consort,' vol. i.
Footnote 2: [(return) ]
For she had look'd upon a great man's death
And she was changed.
Queen Isabel, by Menella Smedley.