Their mutual smile acknowledged this was best.
Love had found Honour's way. O bitter learning!
ELIZABETH RENDALL
MY SOUL IS AN INFANTA
(From the French of Albert Samain.)
My soul is an Infanta, robed for state,
Whose exiled years, termless, imperial,
Are mirrored in some dim Escurial,
Forgotten as old galleys in the roads disconsolate.