What, my little ones, more violets? nay, be patient; mother hears!
—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik.
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THE "SILVER CORD IS LOOSED"
In the June twilight, in the soft, gray twilight,
The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve,
As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat,
"All these things for ever, for ever thou must leave."
My love she sank down quivering like a pine in tempest shivering,
"I have had so little happiness as yet beneath the sun;