Christabel. Part ii.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain,
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
Christabel. Part ii.
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,—
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: