relative of William, The Conqueror, and Eric,
a kinsman of the unfortunate King Harold.

``I thought once, in a dream, that Love
came near
With silken flutter of empurpled wings
That wafted faint, strange fragrance from
the things
Abloom where age and season never
sear.
The joy of mating birds was in my ear,
And flamed my path with dancing daffodils
Whose splendor melted into greening hills
Upseeking, like my spirit, to revere.''

* * * * * *

``Before you came, this heart of mine
A fairy garden seemed
With lavender and eglantine;
And lovely lilies gleamed
Above the purple-pansy sod
Where ruthless passion never trod.''

* * * * * *

``If Heaven had been pleased to let you be
A keeper of the sheep, a peasant me,
Within a shepherd's cottage thatched with
vine