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LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP.
A ROMANCE OF THE AGE.
A poet writes to his friend.Place—a room in Wycombe Hall.
Time—Late in the evening.
Dear my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you:
Down the purple of this chamber, tears should scarcely run at will:
I am humbled who was humble! Friend,—I bow my head before you!
You should lead me to my peasants!—but their faces are too still.
There's a lady,—an earl's daughter; she is proud and she is noble
And she treads the crimson carpet, and she breathes the perfumed air;
