Echoes
Rhyme? and Reason?
Lady Clara Vere de VereWas eight years old, she said:Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
She took her little porringer:Of me she shall not win renown:For the baseness of its nature shall have strength todrag her down.
"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?There stands the Inspector at thy door:Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two andtwo are four."
"Kind words are more than coronets,"She said, and wondering looked at me:"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry hometo tea."