THE PEASANT GIRL OF THE RHONE.
——“There is but one place in the world—
Thither, where he lies buried!
...
There, there is all that still remains of him:
That single spot is the whole earth to me.”
Coleridge’s “Wallenstein.”
“Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert.”—Childe Harold.
There went a warrior’s funeral through the night,