"I dug in the quiet earth and wrought the tomb and made these lines to memorize their doom:—
Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light;
close, but untouching in each other's sight;
mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull.
Let them lie perilous and beautiful."-
She had often daydreamed of how she would dance at her wedding, with every eye upon her and her handsome lord. In her dreams they had all been smiling.