My life to these. That was my bridal vow.
II.
A dream was mine that not for long
Our joy should have its home on earth;
That love, by anguish winged, and wrong,
Should early seek its place of birth;
That all thy hand hath done and dared
Should scantlier serve our country's need
Than some strange suffering 'twixt us shared
Her last great harvest's sanguine seed.