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.