“With this dear brother I was doom’d to part,
Who, with an husband, shared a troubled heart.
My lord I honour’d; but I never proved
The madd’ning joy, the boast of some who loved:
It was a marriage that our friends profess’d
Would be most happy, and I acquiesced;
And we were happy, for our love was calm—
Not life’s delicious essence, but its balm. 560
“My brother left us—dear, unhappy boy!
He never seem’d to taste of earthly joy,